perhaps a long-lost cousin

Not long ago, I discovered this great site, whose name resembles my own Sandwich Lover's Club. The Sandwich Club is entertaining, and a great idea that can be carried worldwide. I thought of it when I made a sandwich today; I just couldn't do it. It was so beautiful. Of course it was my own; now the moment I see a friend or relative this holiday, it's on like Donkey Kong! I will be very tempted to smash a fist into their sandwich. And because I want a free t-shirt.

carbs really can hurt

I've always seen cartoons and sitcoms where someone serves some bread and it's as 'hard as a rock.' I never thought people would actually keep bread around long enough for that to happen, but supposedly some people[ :\ ] do!

Earlier today, I was loading the dishwasher when I heard a loud 'thump' sound from the pantry. I even felt the vibes on the floor where I was standing. I checked out the pantry and noticed that a loaf of french bread had fallen from a few shelves above. When I took the bread out of the bag, it was rock solid! I mean, not even a soft spot on the underside of the loaf. This thing could be dangerous in the wrong hands, so I tossed the weapon out after we had a bit of fun with it.

behold...just an ordinary stack of sandwiches

But I'm so proud. It's the first I've had to make, and it took every bit of my soul to refrain from eating as I made them. I had to dig deeper than I ever have. I had to use the force.

Maybe I'm 'trowin some drama into it. They weren't anything to drool over; their construction and ingredients were exceedingly simple. But I still love them as if they were my own instead of a bunch of ungrateful whiners.

finally, a decent sandwich

it's been...over a month without a good sandwich! I mean, I'm thankful for any sandwich that comes along, but dammit all! I really appreciate a good sandwich. Like with stuff from the deli. I know it's not the bomb or anything, but you just don't know! It's been so long since I've had a sandwich even of this nature. Lawd'v mercy!

I have found a long lost friend...

...my digital camera! It has claimed its victory over my pathetic ass in a desperate game of 'peek-a-boo.' Isn't it crazy how you find something (or it finds you) when you've given up hope to find it? Seems to add proof to my theory. About love. And happiness. And sandwiches.

So I may just be posting some pics up in this pretty soon.

now what?

Dammit Beavis. Tonight I made a sandwich for my bambino's lunch tomorrow, and, once I remove the lid and peel off the foil, I'm kind of admiring the smooth, semi-glossy surface of the peanut butter (my endorsement for Peter Pan: 'Honey Roast' goes here. I doesn't hit me until I dig a butter knife into it and spread it over the bread that I bought Creamy instead of Crunchy. Cue the muted trombone ('aw, nuts' effect).

How could I overlook a detail like this? More importantly, why do I let myself continue with such irresponsibility? Will I ever recover from this unsandwichly funk? Maybe I will, and maybe I will!

sandwich 7

Many moons have passed since the last Feast of the Sunrise. My people bask in the abundance of this morning's harvest. I sacrifice my share for the sake of the sandwich pact made seven days before. This sacrifice marks the end of a long journey that honors the sandwich. Peace out.

Sandwich #7: With some toast, eggs, ham, & shredded colby jack, I made myself a fatty breakfast sandwich. Killa!

sandwich 6

Bread is back! And not just at Jack in the Box. That revolting bastard. I should rather say, "bread is in the house," and it's my house, beaatch!

sandwich #6: Home from work. Made a quickie snack sandwich (halfie-style)...make that two...with turkey. Nuked. It'll sell.

sandwich 5

Today was most challenging. To be put to the test as I was, it is necessary to dig deep from within. For today was unlike any other day; today I ran out of bread.

sandwich #5: using Ritz crackers, I found some havarti in the workroom fridge to create several cheese sandwiches. I'll be damned if I skip a day now! On and ever upward!

sandwich(es) 4

I actually found the motivation to bring lunch to work. I love my lunch; I've just seemed to adjust to not eating lunch due to unforeseen circumstances is all. Today I was packin' with two turkey & cheese sandwiches accompanied by lots of Ruffles to create...

sandwich #4: a Chip Sandwich!!! ('hero' voice in effect)...or two. Then maybe a third plain jane at home. That's it. I am much more comfortable with eating a chip sandwich in public than ever before. I once had a phobia of worrying what other people think. Thank you, chip sandwich. Keep it real, C.

sandwich 3

I managed to sneak in a 'suprise attack' sandwich today. With what resources I had available to me, I prepared my defense post using standard variety sliced bread. The detonation device was disguised as a common white meat, so I was able to conceal it inside of the defense mechanism. While the younger, more inexperienced cadets were feasting on the remainder of the meat, I had just enough time to launch my attack. (A shout-out to Snoopy for the inspiration of making the ordinary extraordinary)

Sandwich #3: Two or three 'halfie' sandwiches (that is, one piece of bread doubled over) with 2 chicken nuggets inside. Spontaneous fun for the whole family!

sandwiches 1 & 2

1 & 2; 1,2. Mic check, 1 2. So I made a promise to myself to repent for National Sandwich Day. Dammit all. In all actuality, I would never intend to keep my promise if I hadn't written it here days earlier. So now that I've started to honor my own words, I might as well keep track.

sandwich #1: on Sunday, 11/6. I made an old favorite that I haven't seen the likes of since grade school. A weenie sandwich. I love it!! I nuked the weenies (hehe...I said "weenies"), then added a slice of cheese (sharp cheddar single, which, oddly enough, has more flavor than an 'American' flavor single. Go figure. Still tastes nothing like a sharp cheddar, though.) on top to be nuked for another 20 seconds. Beep beep beep. Added bread w/ a bit of mayo/mustard; sat down to watch some movie on TBS; yummaaayyyyyyyyy.

sandwich #2: on Monday, 11/7. After work, I made myself a turkey and swiss. (I can fabricate some things, can't I? This is the net. My conscience bugs me. Yes, dammit; it was the same kind of cheese from yesterday. I'm on a budget this week, alright?) Nuked it. It was pretty good. Not the bomb or anything, but it'll sell.

Happy Sandwich Day

Yippee. I missed it. November 3rd. For this, may I be willfully expelled from the menage of SLC. Well, no...that's a little severe. So I'll repent; by Jobe, I'll eat a sandwich a day for seven days.

I'm really ashamed of myself, you know that? How can I, i.e. the SLC founder, forget something as sacred, as unique as an annual event like National Sandwich Day? It won't happen again, I swear to it. There's always National Hoagie Day (May 5th), PB&J Day (April 2nd), Hamburger Day(Dec. 21st), among others. I'm losing focus here.

The point is that an effort is still needed to honor the day. If I forget someone's birthday, I'll usually wish them belated birthday wishes. Same here: eat a bamf'in sandwich before it's really too late.

[A personal thanks and shout-out to the kind soul who reminded me about Nov. 3rd. You're the man.]

why commercials are important

Technology has made it possible to bypass all the unpleasantness of interruptions during a lengthy movie; it has taken this long for our civilization to have such convenience available via Tivo and the like. But I've made a valuable discovery today.

When else could you get up to make another sandwich? Or to pour yourself and the one you love another drink? Take a bathroom break? Tell the kids to behave? The point is this: commercials have a point. You are giving life to that second sandwich that would have never existed without a commercial break. You are the real hero, thanks to our friends in the advertising business.

not the best combination...

Well, one thing's for sure. It's not the best thing to eat a fattie PBJ sandwich and watch some prima ballerina in a Pas de Quatre on the Arts channel at 10:30pm. Watching her, so light and delicate, and being aware of my own state of being, scarfing my sandwich and more out of shape by the second, makes me feel lazy. But I know I am already. It just emphasizes the fact.

Make sure to watch or listen to something, anything, other than ballet when eating a sandwich. I'll never do it again.