"The Cook" went on strike tonight, so we kinda slummed it in the supper department. Himself and I split a can of Progresso soup, and I griddled up a couple of ham and cheese sammies on sourdough. I bought a slicing tomato for the sandwich and was more than mildly surprised to find out that it smelled and tasted like a tomato! Very nice treat in February.
Come to think of it, had I actually made a real dinner instead of going down the basement for the Griddler, I might not have wrecked up my toe.