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Say hey, good to be meating you again.  It's been a minute, hasn't it?

I have just had a very terrible feeling...that I've come up with a very clever title for today's blog post, but that I'm going to seriously underexecute it in the body.  Like some recent American Olympians or similar.

Slice it anyway you like, maybe it's paranoia, maybe I should just get on with it.

Life has slowed down here recently.  I'd been adjuncting, and now that the term has ended, I get a six-month break...as there are no classes for me to teach.  This is all good, because it's almost...

FOOD TRUCK SEASON!

I've been working towards recertification as an ACF Certified Culinarian, and that means all kinds of hours of professional development.  So, I've been reading and studying things like avocados, onions, lamb, food allergies, and cheese.  And while all this bookwork seems tedious, I'm actually glad of it because it's putting me back in the grilled cheese mindset.  A Stilton state of mind.

I recently sold my commercial-use, very-seldom-used meat slicer on Facebook marketplace.  It was heavy, and very difficult to clean and sharpen. Then, just this week, I bought another, cheaper, easier-to-clean-and-maintain meat slicer.

Subsequently, after putting the thing together and reading the directions, I sliced just about everything I could possibly slice, excepting the cat and my shoes.  It worked beautifully and uniformly.  It brings order out of chaos, light out of dark, sense out of confusion, justice out of the depths...

Erm.  Yes.  Anyway.  I really, really like my new slicer.  It was a cinchy to clean.  However, it's for "home use", meaning I'll probably burn it out quick-like if I try using it for food truck slicing.  Maybe I just need to do slicing projects in small increments.

Even if I do just keep this appliance for around the house, here's what's exciting: I'm not buying any more pre-sliced cheese.  I'm not buying any more pre-sliced sandwich meats.  I'm going to buy cheese by the brick and slice it myself.  I'm going to buy raw turkey breasts, season and roast it myself, and slice it myself.

TO THE THICKNESSES I WANT, PEOPLE!

I think I kinda get how King Arthur felt whenever he held Excalibur.

WE BOTH WIELD TOOLS FOR SLICING!

Hey, pound of turkey and block of Pepper Jack - you ready for your date with destiny?

It slice sooooo nice.

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