Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for June 18, 2018

Been there, done that, let the cat clean up.

In my case, the dog.

Maintain control of YOUR sandwich, MUDD. I recommend cutting it at least into halves before digging in.

Perhaps Larry should have considered the virtues of toasting.

Once you lose control of a sandwich like that, there is no getting it back! Ask for a knife and fork, and you can swallow your pride as well as the rest of your sandwich.

Good thing there was no valuable art on the wall.

Just try eating a sandwich on gluten free bread, it tends to disintegrate half way through.

Is this where we get the expression to “save one’s bacon?”

I mean, there’s bacon flying all over the place, even in his hair, and I’d hate for him to waste it.

“Save your bacon, Larry!”

And if those are good summer tomatoes, from his own backyard…. he’d better try to save those too.

We don’t have any yet around here…. depending on planting time and exact location, they start in July, or even not till August.

Anybody who already has some should savor every precious bite!

I think he needs to take advantage of a free summer class at the South Ballard County Senior Center and Auto Stereo Shop….

“Sandwich and CD Player Volume Control for Seniors.”

I’ve heard that the instructor used to own Kwick Lunch and Karate Lessons, over on Pine Street.

Meanwhile….

Dennis, I beg to differ!

Isn’t that an original Madame De Grise, from her “Période Mauve?”

Perhaps her “Window at Twilight” …. hard to tell….. but I don’t think it’s a print…..

though it could just be a framed piece of lavenderish dove grey paper from the craft store.

There was bacon everywhere!

That’s known as a “sink sandwich”, best eaten hovering over the sink . . .

I forget the bread and wrap it in Romaine.

Well, at least I do except during the times it’ll kill me.

There’s only so much you can ask of two pieces of bread.

Happens to me all the time but I keep trying for the perfect “Dagwood sandwich”.

Grab a plate. Claim it as a salad.

Always start on the end, not the middle. That way, when it decides to self-deconstruct, the guts will end up on your plate.

And don’t forget your fork.

At least his sleeves are long enough that he can wipe up.

“How do you feel about frilly toothpicks?”“I’m for ’em!”“Great! Let’s form a club.”

Good sandwich control is a necessary life skill.

I, too, have had those Larry lunches where the best parts of the sandwich went everywhere but in my mouth.

Mr. J.V.A., you have outdone yourself. Best ever.

I always eat a Double-Double with a knife and fork, and I don’t care who sees me.

Well, Larry got greedy. Instead of just a simple BLT, he insisted on a BLTOSCw/M… on rye…

It must have been sitting in the fridge overnight. You know how those sandwiches get.

The tragedy caused by MSW (messy sandwich whiplash) cripples hundreds each year. Please donate to your local branch of Stamp Out MSW and give generously. This has been a public service announcement. And now we will break for lunch. :>)

I think maybe I’d say it in Star Trek-speak: “He lost containment on that ’wich.”

MMMmmmm

… BACON …