Powder Sandwiches

March 30, 2011

2. Delicious Deli Meats Inside

We thought it couldn’t possibly get any deeper.  Then L_H informed us that we’re a bunch of fools, of course it could get deeper.  The Bucknell crew rolled into town, lusting after the second third of the storm cycle, and ready to put their mark on the story.

Wade showed up from Montana, said “I’m a god damned Roast Beef,” and decided to give us a lesson about how skiers from Bridger Bowl ski. It was like watching the Deli girl at Harmons slaying a nice Boar’s Head spicy Italian side of boeuf.  And let’s not forget, this guy from the Wild’s of Montana, not only knows how to build a sandwich, ski pow with reckless abandon, he’s can also catch trout just by snapping his fingers.

Good lord.  The 7D was almost not fast enough for Wade’s blistering speed through this meadow.

hulk hogan

Holy Hulk Hogan!

This turn was almost the end of me.  Fish eye lens on the DSLR, I said Wade, don’t be afraid to load this Ciabatta roll up, and get close on this turn, otherwise it’s going to look like you’re a mile away.  And before I even knew what was happening, we were cheers-ing ski tips and Wade was flying by.  These are just a few of the dangers of pushing the limits in sandwich construction.



Wade wasn’t the only one providing innards for this tasty treat.

Patty joined us from Vail, and didn’t want to be outdone by his neighbors to the North, said, “Roast Beef, WEAK, this Sandwich needs STEAK.”  Patty wasn’t messing around either.  He brought the goods, and the ability to show ’em off.  He saw Wade shred the first meadow, and charged.

YOW.  Steak, Roast Beef, this sandwich might turn into a CLUB.  D showed back up and laid down a thick slice of bread, for he knew without this support, the sandwich couple topple at any moment!


Bam.  That was something.  Wasn’t expecting this average Sandwich to turn into a CLUB. But that’s how it goes, sometimes you need some more bread to lock down all those tasty treats inside.

It was fine by  Patty, because unannounced to us, he’d also brought a whole Pastrami round that needed a home! Back in the ring, Patty loaded up on ‘Strami, taking turn after turn with the spicy mustard.

Patty, said, “Pardon me, Sir, do you have any Grey Poupon?”  As a matter of fact, we did.  It’d be rude not to.


Hot diggity, this is just getting plain absurd.  Sandwich metaphors (and similes), and powder, I can hardly wait for the Ciabatta Topper.  It’s a good thing I don’t have to,  check out PAGE 3 to see how this all turns out.

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  1. Beef Wellington III
    wrote on March 30th, 2011 at 8:25 pm  
  2. Butch Chamberlain
    wrote on March 31st, 2011 at 10:35 am  

    Just as always. They deliver! Very much WOW POW! Sometimes you have to travel to a deli that is farther away, in order to get the real goods. Way to have at it.

    • Porter Haney
      wrote on March 31st, 2011 at 11:17 am  

      Sometimes you just have to go to the deli and tell ’em to, “Load it up!”

  3. Josh A
    wrote on April 4th, 2011 at 2:41 pm  
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