Mighty Subs: The Italian

OK, back on (dumb) topic. I present to you the Mighty Subs Monday special, the Italian:

That's $7.40 for all of that.  Aw yeah, we have some LTPOH on this thang. Oh, what's that, we have some oil too, well that's some LTPOOH. Hold up, let me take a minute and talk about my blog's URL. I tried to make it easy to remember and also short. I even paid $20 for the domain, ltpoh.com. I thought everyone was familiar with the sub shop shorthand, or at least could remember it easily, it's just five stupid letters. Truth be told, I tried for ltpo.com (four letters), but that was taken, so I added some hots (as I almost always do on my LTPO subs). 

Lately, talking to people who know about this dumb blog, hardly anyone can remember the name of the blog. Here are some responses I've gotten from people when I ask what my blog is:

• "It's like, Lettuce.com?"
• "Oh, it's a condiment acronym, so OP.com, like onions, pickles?" (No)
• "Is it 'Jeff's blog, dot google?'"
• "I've got it! LOPT.com! P is for pee!" 

To help people, I started telling them: "Just think of a Lieutenant Poh, so LtPoh, that's easy!" This led to helping no one, and me wishing I came up with another name for my blog. But then I think, why do you have to remember it, if you care, just make a stupid bookmark. After that, if you don't remember the bookmark name, just type "lettuce," browsers figure stuff out now: "lettuce" will get you there. Or if you don't know what a bookmark is (Hi Mom!) just google "stone roses empanada." This blog is the first result for that search.

So back to LTPOOH. That is Lieutenant Pooh. I like to think of that as a militarized Winnie the Pooh. I am glad I added hots to the URL, otherwise it would have been Lt. Poo, a militarized piece of feces. 

Ugh, let's get back to the sandwich. Usually, when I get an Italian sub, I put on some surgical gloves, and make what I like to call the Mortadella Monster:

"Burp" says the Mortadella Monster

Mortadella is the worst Italian meat, it makes no sense to me. The inventor of Mortadella must have sat around his crappy, meat making house thinking: "Oh, if only someone made a meat that tasted like bologna, but had some giant pieces of white fat in it." Then somehow (I'm going to say because of $$), this became a standard meat in Italian sandwiches. When I get an Italian, I take out the mortadella, make the mortadella monster, and give it to my dog. For some weird reason, I have two dogs now, so I gave a piece to each dog:

Jamie couldn't wait. She faked me out when I said "Stay!" She stayed still, then when I got the camera out, she just ate the meat, because what the heck.

Umh, in conclusion, this sub was yummy.