Home Alone

Elena, who doesn't know a touchdown from a home run, decided she didn't want to hang around while I swill beer and watch the games. So she went snowshoeing. So I'm home slumming it.

First on my mind--food, of course. So I decided to make a sandwich. I toasted a bun, browned up some cubed chicken, and broiled them with brie and rosemary.



Oh yes! Unfortunately, computers don't have smell, so you can't smell the rosemary. Then I sliced up a 4664 tomato (the 4664's at QFC in Seattle are better than the 4664's at IGA in Vancouver) and put the slices between the two pieces of sandwich.



So, that's how I started my football Sunday--with a rosemary chicken & brie sandwich. OK, it's not a brat cooked on a tailgate grill at Lambeau. But, hey, I'm going to France. What do you expect? To add insult to injury, I also have 5 Honey Brown lagers and a box of Peller Estates Chardonnay chilling in the fridge.