and it came in the form of a tuna melt. Oh, how I've missed tuna melts. I could go on and on about how much I've missed them...but I won't.
I made myself and a co-worker an open-faced tuna melt with mild white cheddar on sourdough spelt this afternoon. I covered the top of mine with a salad of baby lettuces with olive oil and lemon juice and a pinch of Celtic sea salt. Super yum. Gail opted for plain. She missed out.
I should start a daily photo blog of delicious items whipped up in a sub-standard break room, using nothing but a toaster oven as cooking device and dull knives. That is my Kitchen Stadium.
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