A wild little sandwich

The Dear Man’s cold has taken a turn for the worse. There’s a pot of turkey soup simmering on the stove, ready for him whenever he is able. (Remember those turkey drumettes from the Cacciatore? I stuck two from that batch into the freezer. Today, they seem to have found their calling.)

As for me, I’m catching a bus to Vancouver for a workshop tonight, so I have to haul out of here much too early for a normal meal.

I figured a sandwich would probably tide me over. What fun though – rather than peanut butter or tuna salad, my wild little sandwich is filled with ice cream.