Sunday Buffet.

 



Sunday. July 27th.  2025.


Dear Luddites;


So I told everybody I saw yesterday, Saturday, that I was going to make grilled cheese sandwiches for the Sunday brunch today at 1:30. I even went so far as to buy two loaves of Sarah Lee whole wheat bread (they were on sale – two for five dollars.)  Then I got to thinkin’ ~

Making grilled cheese sandwiches is hard work, what with slicing cheese and buttering bread and watching the grill so the cheese melts but the bread doesn’t burn.  Why should I put myself out for a bunch of old geezers? So I put one loaf of Sarah Lee in the freezer and will use the other loaf to make myself ham sandwiches all this week.

  I also told several people yesterday that I was gonna make lasagna today . . . but again, I had second thoughts.  Why should I spend all that money to make my special lasagna?  It costs a good twenty bucks to buy all the necessary ingredients.  And I don’t love my neighbors enough to spend twenty dollars on ‘em.  Not this week, anyways – there’s too much month at the end of the money . . . 


Steaming mad at the unrealistic demands placed on me, I decided this morning No Sir – no grilled cheese sandwiches.  I’ll take it easy.  I’ll throw a bunch of stuff together, let it simmer an hour or two, and serve it as goulash. Goulash, properly spiced, cavers a multitude of sins and leftovers.

So that’s what yer gettin’ today at 1:30 pm here at Valley Villa.  And anybody who wants to complain about the promised grilled cheese sandwiches can talk to the hand.

I have also made a sweet potato cake.

And I’m reliably informed that there will be chicken salad sandwiches provided by someone else.


As my mother used to say:  if you don’t like it, you can lump it.


Cantankerously yours,


Karl LaFong.




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