Le spoiled rotten
I spent the day on me a** so I decided to punctuate it with something good.
People justify putting boring things like celery in egg salad because it lacks a crunch. I hate celery. I hate it in egg salad, on its own, or in tuna salad. I don't like it with peanut butter, I don't like it with cheese whiz. I do not like celery. If I want that kind of watery disingenuity and forced flossing I'd go out with my ex.
Anyways.
To counter the lack of crunch without onions, because that's a cop-out, I grabbed a big ol baguette and toasted it with a dollup of camembert cheese, country-style paté, and some pickled pepper rings in my toaster oven.
On top of this I put my typical egg salad (three hardboiled, sliced, mashed with a slightly smaller than egg amount of mayonaise, a pinch of parsley, salt, pepper, a drop of worcestershire and a pinch of crushed cayenne pepper) and garnished with a drizzle of honey dijon and creamy cesar salad dressing.
Sink your teeth into this motherlicker. It's salty, spicy, creamy, crunchy.
It means you will work out tomorrow in shame.
