I am cursed-- every time we have a snow storm it is on a day I am scheduled to do cash office.
Today turned out to be an interesting day. My female issues for this month have hopefully ended, but it was a wild ride that really left me feeling emotionally and physically drained despite constant monitoring of my iron intake.
My passport returned from getting extr pages. Nancy Scott, the blind poet I assist with submitting her work, called to schedule our next date.
At the same time, I received a rejection from the prestigious Ph.D. program I had applied to. That stung. But hey, I'm sure they had stunning candidates from which to chose.
All of this added up to one thing.
CHEESESTEAKS.
I asked hubby to stop in the middle of the snow storm and flash icing to buy me steak meat. He did. Because he's awesome.
I made the steak meat plain so everyone could build their own sandwich.
I fried some tri color peppers and prepared some Archer Farms take-and-bake baguettes. These would be our rolls.
We pulled out various cheeses, sauces, lettuce, and bacon.




