Fortuitous

So last weekend, we broke down and bought a 42 inch flat screen TV. (I mainly like this picture because the TV is about the same proportions as our framed print of Hiroshige's "The Seasons" hanging above it.)

Then, in the mail, I got a copy of Cornel Wilde's The Naked Prey on DVD.

Fortuitous. Serendipitous. Fabulous.

I believe I'll have a beer.

UPDATE: Perfect.

So I took about ten minutes out to make the sandwich. Turkey, Genoa salami, ham, bacon, & provalone cheese on a toasted Kaiser roll with mayo & dijon mustard. The beer you see in the foreground is the second one. The first was a Beck's. NON BEER DRINKERS, AVERT THINE EYES. Or, well, to paraphrase Gary Larson, whose works have been so terribly efficacious, you're about to read alot of Blah Blah Blah Blah, Ginger.

The Beck's made a nice start with the sandwich, bringing out a fair amount of the nuances of the various cold cuts. The Sierra Nevada, being a bit stronger and bolder, made for a nice finish. It brought out the heat of the salami a bit more, maybe a bit of the ham and the bacon, but it also emphasized the smoke of the turkey-- did I neglect to mention? Smoked turkey. Also, it was neat pitting one beer against the other. It was a draw. Both have their strong points, but neither one really has it over the other.