Editorial Commentary

Doc Nagel is probably right, reagrding the UST. My earlier, libertine outburst should probably be viewed as what it most likely was: a barbeque fueled exortation of hedonism, worth little more than the rantings of a coked up film executive on a midnight bender, dialing numbers from his little black book at random and then blaming the recipient for all his failings and failures.

Wait a minute. What just happened there?

In point of fact, I think, the UST probably ought to be provised in some way to prevent things like this. The item is the currently ubiquitous grilled tuna salad sandwich. The whole process was going swimmingly, right up to the point when I went to flip the thing to grill the port side, and then tragedy struck. The sandwich actually turned out fine from a gustatory point of view; it's just aesthetically that it's a complete and utter failure.

Of course, the real culprit in the tragedy was the spatula I was using, which is a floppy, oversized number which looks like it would be perfect for flipping sandwiches but has been responsible for botched flips like this in the past. (Mind you, I am not letting the tool take all the blame; I chose it after all. And the old saying, "It's a poor carpenter who blames his tools," is wrong. It's a poor, stupid, fucking carpoenter who works with crappy tools.) But I am not sure the UST could be so crafted. Besides which, the tenent in mind would be more a general culinary standard anyways: don't use crappy tools.