A Kentucky Hot Brown Sandwich.
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If I were making this I would split half and half on the cheese: Gruyere and Parmesan cheeses. The real ones, not the domestic ones. Or in a pinch, go with Trader Joe’s Gruyere-Mozzarella mixed cheese. Bacon, turkey, cheese, tomatoes. What is not to love?
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This is really a robust version of Welsh Rarebit. I love it. Both really
$20 on # 19 to win, Super Stock. I always bet log shots in the Derby. Ha
#10 Midnight Bourbon is worth a bet just for the name alone.
My bride always bets on a Gray and loses. But this year the Gray appears to be the favorite.
One of my uncles was a serious rabbit hunter. He’d put meat on the table during the Depression. During WW-II he trained as a radar tech & was station at Petersboro in East Anglia. One day he was excited to hear that lunch menu was Welsh “Rabbit”. As the cheese sauce was spooned on his toast, he disappointedly asked, “Where’s my rabbit.”
Younger women, older whiskey & faster horses – Life is good.
I love the Hot Brown too. As I recall, my parents went on a shopping day trip to Louisville when I was 12 and took me to the Brown Hotel to have one. Been hooked ever since.
My mother was born in Colorado where my Grandfather was serving in the mounted cavalry in what I think is now a suburb of Denver. As an Army brat she had the run of the stables.
She was always great with animals. They would seek her out. She could tame anything.
She was a great judge of horses. In later life, watching races on TV, she would say “I like that one” and quite often it proved the winner. Fortunately or unfortunately, she never placed a bet.
Should have bet the trainer. I picked Hot Rod Charlie. My daughter picked Mandaloun, because he looked the best.