Things I eat while intoxicated.

I am pleased to say that I attended my childhood neighbors wedding reception while I was home visiting Woods Hole this weekend. If you have yet to recognize, I come from this very scientifical town located on the southern armpit of Cape Cod. It is the home base of fancy bug-hunter haunts such as NOAA (National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration), MBL (Marine Biological Laboritories) and WHOI (Woods Hole Oceanographic Insitute).
Anyways, back to the wedding, it was fabulous. The bride was like an angel. The band was led by the local post office worker who is known to masquerade around town wearing a kilt and tooting on some bagpipes. They were awesome and we danced like idiots.
I saw all the local yokels dressed in their finest, or as fine as they can muster up. I saw some former babysitters, some windsurfing old timers, and an ex-clown.
I also drank copious amounts of free wine and got even crazier at the local watering hole.
Then I did the only thing I possibly could, went home and ate a giant feast. Standing in front of the refrigerator at 2 in the morning I shushed my mothers 130 lb american bulldog Ringo by feeding him cheese. I stuffed my little drunken face "like a woodchuck" as my mother has been known to say.

But this all turned out quite serendipitously. I invented a delicious meal whose recipe I am willing to share with you.

Alcohol Soaker Upper:

Two pieces of whole wheat bread, the regular kind
Some genoa salami
One and a half slices of scary yellow cheese comes wrapped individually.
some shreds of iceberg lettuce.
plain yellow mustard.
One cold side of a garlic roasted eggplant skin on with some cloves still in it

Oh man that hit the spot. Then in my feeding frenzy I caught a glimpse of some apple pie left on the table. Considering my resources I decided that the yellow cheese was good on everything so I added it to the cold pie, ate it with my hands and then passed out.