Well, my pal Grotke and I have made it into the finals of the Ultimate New England Sandwich Competition. We did it for a lark but things have turned serious now.
The judging happens Friday evening. Grand Prize is a trip to Sydney, Australia for an International Sandwich Competition. One of us will have to go if we win, which we weren't counting on doing. But there's a possibility, as there are only 21 finalists that we know of. Which is a scary deal.
My brother and Strider are rooting for us. I have schpilkes.
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