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.]