Sorry and All That Jazz

My last post was over a month ago. In September. Well.

A LOT has happened since then.

I opened my food truck business in late September, and most of October was spent working in it, working on it, thinking about it, ordering food for it, etc.

I suppose I could put you through your paces and make you read an entire litany of words on how this month went, yada yada yada. But, I won't. It's November and that's National Novel Writing Month for me...so I've had enough words for today. Instead, pictures and brief commentary.

For the record, this month of our Grand Opening was simply to just "get our feet wet". We wanted to see how it went, get our systems and rhythms in place. To say that October 2015 exceeded my wildest dreams is an understatement. To better things in 2016!

Ham, Swiss, Pickles, Dijon Mustard = The Hamlet (I Am)

In addition to Cream of Tomato soup that we offered every week, I made a soup from scratch - and this one's a Smoky Potato Cheddar

This was one of our specials: The One Reuben (To Rule Them All), complete with a layer of potato chips

Probably our most popular special sandwich: The Royal Blue Plate Special (KC-style beef brisket, American League cheese, Red Onions, Banana Pepper Mustard)

One of my favorite soups: French Onion with made-from-scratch croutons and white cheddar

The last week of our opening was a simple one: the plate-up, straight-up BLT

What do you do with half of a ten pound bag of pepperoni? Make pepperoni pizza soup for the special, natch!

That's just a sampling of the things that went down at WanderLunch in October. I hope to post here more frequently now that winter is here.

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To Thine Own Self, Be Food

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