Tuesday, July 31, 2012

The Archbishop is a sandwhich

My dream took me to a small town in southern Washington to visit family.  The little cafe I chose to get breakfast had rows of peanut butter and jelly jars  in the pastry case  to the right of the cashier, accompanied by a hand-lettered sign listing eight exotic-sounding breads.  The deli case on the left had more promising options including the "Archbishop", a poached egg and bacon on an english muffin.

The cashier who rang me up joined me at a table to make my Archbishop.  She narrated the ingredients and procedure tour guide style in an unending stream that I could only half-hear, randomly employing italian for simple english words.  A firm clear gelatin puck she referred to as indivisi (for "uncut", she explained) was placed on the plate.  She unwrapped a lettuce leaf to reveal the fancy version of Egg McMuffin and laid that on top.  Next to that, at an angle, she placed a deep fried chicken leg inside a hoagie roll, and then wrapped the entire construction inside a tortilla.

Perhaps I should not go to bed hungry.


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