Smashed sandwich

Day 364 of 1000,

This is the beginning of a smashed sandwich. My mom and I made it while visiting my grandparents in AZ. We stacked, wrapped and then smashed with two 2 foot concrete pavers, my uncle found out by the shed.

For 1.5 hours the sandwich slowly lowered its defenses and became what I now call a smashed sandwich. Why and I telling you this? I have no idea except I just sent a copy of the recipe to a friend of my who is having a get together. It's a good sandwich for a party.

Original recipe: Pan Bagnat
I renamed the recipe. I like the name smashed sandwich better.

Cookbook: Moosewood Restaurant cooks at home, from the Moosewood collective. Page 266


Happy travels,
Denise

As an interesting note, the recipe recommends using bricks in baking dishes, a 25 lb wt or a toddler to smash the sandwich. We don't know of any toddler who could or would sit still for 1-3 hours while the sandwich smashes. We went with the concrete pavers- they don't wiggle.

Some like it hot....

Day 363 of 1000,

It feels good to be hot. This morning when I woke up it was 79 degrees in my home. Our dogs and I were out walking by 6:30am. Any later and their tongues would have been dragging all the way to Kansas. As the day gets hotter, I find Penny, Sally and Reggie sprawled out all over the house trying to find a cool spot. These are our pets not our kids or friends.

Yesterday, after hours trying to get my outlook account to send e-mails I took a brake. Outside in the 95 degree sun, I talked to my sister in law while pulling dandelions. The heat and the simple task of pulling dandelions was just what the doctor ordered to balance out a computer fried brain.

I've noticed Dallas and I have been a little testier this week than normal. It might be the heat, it might be our business or it could be too many ice cream sandwiches.

Even though it is hot, I love it. Why not embrace the sweat and the ice cream the early morning walks. Just sit back and take a mini weather induced vacation.

Travel on-
Denise

Golf is a game of faith

Day 335 of 1000 day journey
It is almost 10:00pm. This sky is clear but getting dark.

My husband and I had a change in our business schedule and he asked if I would like to play a little golf this afternoon. I haven't played in almost 1 year. If you have ever played golf you know this is not necessarily a good thing. Golf and lack of playing or practicing do not always go with a good game.

Today, I set out with nothing but a desire to enjoy an absolutely beautiful afternoon playing golf with my husband. I only came to the course with a preshot routine and visualization. This evening I am thrown back at the power of relaxed visualization. I played as well if not better than I have at anytime in playing golf.

To decide you want something to happen, to focus on that result and to trust that it will happen is a practice in faith. Golf is about balance and faith. I hit the ball further, with a draw??? I chipped, putted with feel??? I decided where I wanted my golf shot to go and it went there- a lot of the time- not all the time but most. Where my elbow was or my back swing I couldn't tell you but I can tell you today my golf game was a game of faith.

Tonight I saw the power of visualization. I was relaxed, I enjoyed and I had fun but I also got a chance to see the possibilities of visualization.

Yesterday, I baked garbanzo bean cookies. This was the snack I muched on while I played. I either was given the gift of visualization or my garbanzo bean cookies have magical visualization powers. It could have been the cookies they are pretty good.

Happy travels
Denise