:hilarious: LMFAO... Sooooo
I woke up craving Shit on a Shingle (creamed chipped beef on toast). Which no one in their right mind eats voluntarily. At least not the kind I grew up with. Smoked, dried, salted, sliced, cured, tinned beef (that might have been a cow last century, it’s been preserved into the next millennium, so god alone knows when it actually died) smothered in a lard and powdered milk and flour gravy, on what might have been toast 15 years ago, and now really might be used to shingle a house. All in either a metal sardine type tin you roll the lid back on with a key (when they lock food away, it’s always cause for concern), or worse, by the bucketful in the cafeteria or chow hall. Nasty stuff. From start to finish.
I wanted it soooooo bad.
Probably because I was hungover just a smidge.
So I sacrificed some thin sliced frozen flank steak I was saving for tomato beef (Hong Kong style), salted the ever loving f*ck out of it, seared it up, and smothered it in over cooked rice noodles that only barely held their shape they were so soft.
It worked.
As hangover food.
<cough> Also coke, sparkling lemon water, a Virgin Bloody Mary, & Espresso.
I’m beginning to think I drank more than I thought I drank last night. :bag: