
Seriously guys. This is all you need to know about my birthday. (Well, almost...)
My compliments to the woman's blog from whenst this picture came. Thank you
Ferguson family (no idea who you are... but there were other yummy treats featured, so take a look).
This is the deal though, folks. Monte Cristo (bit-of-heaven-in-10-lbs) sandwiches are hard to come by. Everyone I rave about them to is like "Monte Cristo... like the Count of?" And I have to be like "No, the sandwich!" They never know.
Who here has ever experienced the goodness of this sandwich?? Please let me know. I've had it at
Disneyland (though for a pretty penny) and now
Melt, here in Cleveland.
Tell me people: Where else can I get a Monte Cristo???
For those of you who don't know, a Monte Cristo is a ham, turkey and swiss sandwich on thick white bread, deep fried, sprinkled with powdered sugar and berry sauce on the side for dipping. A-MAZING.
Obviously there were other magical parts about the grand "golden birthday" (27 on the 27th), like Jared waking up early to draw me up a hot bath, rubbing my feet, making me waffles, buying me a plant, okaying the purchase of my new favorite hair toy--the Chi, and taking me to see Valkyrie. Great day. THE END.