I hate to be absent, but unless I have a killer topic, I'm reluctant to just post stories about today's cheese sandwich.
Except: Today I'd love nothing more than to post a story about today's "cheese sandwich," but it's kind of a secret. It was no cheese sandwich.
I'm involved with a food project that I prefer to keep quiet about. For now. You all will have your chance to participate in this project in a few weeks, if you choose, but I've been singled out by a friend to give it a go ahead of time, so she can write about it for the paper she works for.
I just don't want to take the wind out of anybody's sails by talking about it too early.
That said, maybe I will post about today's "cheese sandwich."
It was a roasted chicken, cooked in an uncovered Dutch oven, inside the American oven, atop sliced root vegetables. If I were any more well-versed in temperature-taking, I might have left it in the oven for about 10 minutes longer. Even so, it was edible, and it was very tasty.
But, you see, I can't tell you the back story.
How cool: Intrigue!