I sometimes feel like Homer Simpson in my simple requests & desires when it comes to food. Y'know that episode where he saves that giant sub from a party, and slowly whittles away at it day after day, and then finally it turns purple, makes him super ill, and Marge finally just has to toss it. Homer my man, I feel your loss.
I think I could eat a sandwich every day of the week. If I didn't have so many damn leftovers pass through my house I probably would steal a page from BFF's playbook and take one to work for lunch (in a steel lunch box would be awesome too, but probably impractical!)
And I have hit the nail on the head when it comes to why. It's cause you can put pretty much any ingredient in between two slices of anything - bread, "bread", lettuce - and have an amaze-balls taste sensation course its way through your mouth.
I have a nostalgic centre in my brain that's dedicated to sandwiches. I still remember the ones Dad used to make to take to work. Onion bun, lots of iceberg lettuce, a little salt & pepper. Delish! And the ones that we made at Grandma Connie's house with the sandwich-shapers. So we could eat mini sandwiches in the shape of circles and stars. With extra pickles & olives on the side.
Dude does not share my love for sandwiches, but he does enjoy a good "smorg" now and again. This is pretty much the easiest dinner known to man. Cut up some carrots, lunch meat, pepperoni sticks, pickles, and add a couple of crackers and cherry tomatoes, and you have a deconstructed sandwich!
Great for snacking on while finishing your spelling homework...
photos taken Thursday, January 10th. At home.