Sausage, Cheddar and egg on English muffin
"One afternoon after I had seen the Deanna Durbin movie again, I went down to the Missouri River. Part of the Missouri was frozen over. There was a railroad bridge there. I was very relieved to see that the Missouri River had not changed and begun to look like Deanna Durbin.
"I’d had a childhood fancy that I would walk down to the Missouri River and it would look just like a Deanna Durbin movie—a chorus girl who wanted to go to college or she was a rich girl or they needed money for something or she did something."
Then in correct order I recited the twelve least important things ever said about Great Falls, Montana. For the twelfth and least important thing of all, I said, “Yeah, the telephone would ring in the morning. I’d get out of bed. I didn’t have to answer the telephone. That had all been taken care of, years in advance.
"It would still be dark outside and the yellow wallpaper in the hotel room would be running back off the light bulb. I’d put my clothes on and go down to the restaurant where my stepfather cooked all night.
"I’d have breakfast, hot cakes, eggs and whatnot.Then he’d make my lunch for me and it would always be the same thing: a piece of pie and a stone-cold pork sandwich. Afterwards I’d walk to school. I mean the three of us, the Holy Trinity: me, a piece of pie, and a stone-cold pork sandwich. This went on for months.
"Fortunately it stopped one day without my having to do anything serious like grow up. We packed our stuff and left town on a bus. That was Great Falls, Montana. You say the Missouri River is still there?"
"Yes, but it doesn’t look like Deanna Durbin," Trout Fishing in America said.
sliced Italian-style landjäger sausage
green leaf lettuce
garlic aioli mustard
on toasted garlic loaf
green leaf lettuce
on baked red pepper & cheddar focaccia