Morbid eats

I've been without internet for a little while due to an error by my service provider. Very irksome.

My big news is that last week I made Funeral Sandwiches.

Usually I call them Legion or Old Lady Sandwiches but I recently discovered that my Sweetie also knows this special treat so I made two loafs of bread worth.

Allow me to explain.

As a legion brat I was often invited to come and help make loads of those little triangle sandwiches that are traditionally served at Funerals, Baby Showers, Legion events, etc. They come in a variety of flavours including salmon, egg salad, ham salad with relish mixed in, tuna, etc.

The real treat as a legion brat was that after a legion event the leftover triangles would get tossed back into the sandwich bags all together and sent home with my mom. They would then have time to soak up the flavours of all the other sandwiches and the bread would get this thick but fluffy texture. We would then gorge ourselves upon them for however long they lasted.

It was always something I had treasured from childhood but alas my legion chapter gave up it's charter in 2002 and I haven't had them since.

Then I learned that my sweetie, as the son of a united church minister had experienced something similar. After funerals the old church ladies would send the leftover sandwiches home with his dad. They would be put out for lunch or dinner and the whole family would have a nosh.

I was so excited to be able to share this wierd little piece of nostalgia I went out and bought two loaves of bread, a dozen eggs, some tuna, canned ham, and relish. I made a loaf of all egg salad, half a loaf of ham and half a loaf of tuna. Cut them all into triangles mixed them up in the sandwhich bags and let them sit over night.

Then I and my roommates all gorged on sandwhiches for dinner (and lunch the next day).

Next rare treat, baby shower punch.

Work and rethinking my friends

I've been watching a lot of John Hughes movies lately, working my way through the list. They're a fun bit of unreality to while away some time. I'm needing a little bit of escapism lately.

I haven't written much, I'm either working or in pain from work lately.
I don't want to be working but I have to pay the rent so I got a part time job in the local variety store. I'm hoping it will help me me get a better feel for dialogue and so far I think it has.

It's seriously low stress except it's supposed to be part time and she keeps calling me in for extra shifts. So much for having time to write.

On that note, I still need to edit one of my short stories so it's suitable for radio broadcast. My writing group is planning on doing some on air broadcasts of our work.

I also started a new story. It's a murder mystery. I dreamed one of my closest freinds was a serial killer and I was his latest victim which is my starting point.

The scariest part is that after I woke up, it wasn't so unbelievable. The idea that he is a psychopath mostly seemed to explain a lot.

It made me think of a lot of things I've ignored for various reasons that when looked at together equal something... not right.

Do I really think he is capable of killing people? I think anyone is capable under the right circumstances. I think his buttons might just be more likely to be pushed then that of the average person. And less understandable to a normal mind.