And I shaved 20 minutes off my time from the previous year...so it was an accomplishment. LONG story short, I am hoping to beat my time this year by at least one minute. Just a minute. That's all I need.
However, I do have some pre-race poop anxiety. Because you know that story about Azalea pooping on the side of the road is enough to make anyone worry. I mean...once you get on the first bridge...that bridge is 3 miles long and there ain't nary a bathroom until you get off that damn thing. So, I am probably gonna wear black spandex capris, because if I have to shit my pants I want it to be contained.
But I am sure it will be fine.
Returning to the original point of this post was to talk about that beautiful food creation posted when I began typing. That is called a Monte Cristo sandwich. And if you have never had one, I hate it for you, because you have not lived your life to it's fullest and it's a damn shame. Some of you may have partaken in eating a Monte Cristo if you ever frequented a restaurant named Bennigans. As I believe all Bennigans have closed now...they may be harder to find. But if you are a good food huntress, you can still find them from time to time.
Over the summer, Rachel and I went to grab a bite to eat mid beach bike pub crawl. At first she guffawed at my order...but I made her take a bite of this battered ham, turkey, and cheese deep-fried blessing from the Gods...and she actually teared up a bit. That's how I really knew that her and I were meant to be friends...anyone who tears up at the pure deliciousness of food...well we recognize a place deep in our former fat girl souls. Anyways, we made a solemn vow that day that come the Double Bridge Run in February of 2015, we would once again return and fill our belly's with the Monte Cristo.
So tomorrow, I am running for that damn sammie at the end. Did I tell you they serve it with a side of raspberry jam? I MEAN WHAT!?!?
And for those of your sitting in your chair right now judging me and thinking that you would not enjoy such a thing...you shut your hateful mouth. At least until you come to visit me and you give it a try. Or, if you are a vegetarian. Cuz meat aint your thing and I honor that. Respect. But for the rest of you....this sandwich is waiting.
When I was searching for pictures of the Monte Cristo online...I came across this one:
is it me or do those look like...
"ham wallets"? They are like little sammie version of vaginas.