Today’s Recipe and Location: Becky’s Own Bacon Turkey Sammy
Found: Nowhere except in my mind.
I figured out that there are 821 calories per serving, if 1 serving is made. (Please note that the calorie counts vary depending on the specific brands of ingredients that you choose to use.)
How do I make this masterpiece you ask? Well, I begin with two slices of sourdough bread. Next, I spread a thick layer of the special sauce (which is just regular mayo mixed with Chipotle Ranch Dressing from Walmart) on both sides of the bread, because that’s the way I roll.
|What a blurry mess
|This is the best dressing and adds a kick to everything
I must now add a couple of slices of onion. This adds so much flavor to this delightful sammy.
Now, goes on the variety of light and dark pieces of juicy, fabulous turkey. Of course, I must say the turkey I made from Ree’s recipe is amazing.
|It was mostly dark meat - extremely juicy
Next, the really bad for your health part – 2 slices of thick, not thin bacon, which have been fried, but are not to the crispy stage yet.
|I love bacon so much!
I did a very small amount of blue cheese because I now love it.
Lastly, place on the top slice of bread that was also prespread with the special sauce on the inside and butter on the outside. Make sure you remember to spread the butter on the other side before you close the Panini door. Into the frying pan it goes, where it will come out hot and juicy and ready for eating.
|Before the pan
|After the pan (what is with my blurry pictures today?)
Gabbin’ About Gratitude
I am thankful to be able to worship my way. I grew up Lutheran and always attended a church. I still believe the teachings of the church, but prefer to worship in my home. Each Sunday, I watch Joel Osteen from Texas. He is a dynamic speaker and I love the way he relates the teachings of the church to the world I live in. I personally do not prefer or want a church family. I am thankful that all types and styles of worship are being accepted in our country (at least by me).
Adults are always expected to make the best possible decisions when it comes to rearing children. I must say that there is a reason God never gave me children, and one of those reasons is a foolish lie I told Rachel when she was five years old. We were at Colonial for dinner one evening when Rachel dropped something on the floor and said, “Dammit.” I almost fell out of my chair because it surprised me. She had never said a swear word before so I chastised her and told her that people in Illinois do not say swear words. I told her to leave those words in Texas where they belong. That quick decision was ridiculous then and still is now. I laugh now at the foolishness of the word choice. I’ve never been to Texas and have nothing against it, but since she learned it there, it is where I wanted it left. How absurd!