My Wife's Beef
Perhaps some of you might be able to settle a dispute between my lovely wife, better known as the “cup o’ butter” and myself, better known as ##$%$#! As most of you know, if of course you are bright, reasonably intelligent and hip, the Chicago Bears are going to the Super Bowl. This has cause a little tiff betweenst the cup o’ butter and myself.
I want to order “real” Italian beef from my native Chicago and she says, as if she thought I would take this seriously, “How hard could it be to make our own “Chicago Beef?”
After I got up from the floor, wiping a tear from my eye, and falling down again from laughter, I looked her right in the eye and said, “You’re serious aren’t you?”
“As a heart attack,” was her reply.
I am on my way to Evansville right now; I am sure we will “discuss” this issue at length during the three hour drive. I will keep you updated on this as I have more to say on the issue of cuisine in general. For now, I would love to know where you fall on this issue. Can a person really re-produce the original in their own kitchen, or is it just a cheap imitation?

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