If a restaurant claims to be serving “the world’s greatest sandwich,” you have to order it, right? I mean how could you not test out such a bold claim of superiority? Well, I passed it up, but my boyfriend certainly couldn’t. The results: Great indeed, he claims. Maybe the best sandwhich ever. Can we recreate it at home? Duh, no problem.
This weekend, I went camping. I’ll pause now to allow you ample time to finish laughing. Okay, pull it together, and allow me to carry on. I may not be the first person you’d expect to unroll a sleeping bag … Continue reading →