Time will tell. I make a sandwich every day and get nearly as much joy making as eating. Fresh cut slices of loaf, thinly sliced meat cheese, vegetables, and at least 6 dressings to choose from. Add a side dish and beverage and I’m satiated.
You’ll make something work, I’m sure of it. Just remember:
Don’t get ‘sandwiched’ in by other people’s agendas, or sandwiched between competing narratives as you might get into a pickle and need to spread things thin so as not to appear as buttering both sides of your bread.
Mate, there’s nothing wrong with you. You just had a small psychic break in a sandwich economy designed to ruin us. A $16 bánh mì is what happens when we’re expected to live like this.
I too have stood in front of a fridge that looks like the liner notes of a Wilco album - full of potential, aching with melancholy - and still decided to order a sad, over-priced meal wrapped in compostable lies. Because let’s face it, homemade sandwiches taste like failure. They carry the scent of regret and fridge funk. Ordering one feels like asking someone else to take responsibility for your internal architecture, just for a moment.
Making your own? That’s the real danger. You didn’t buy a sandwich. You bought mercy. And honestly, we all need a little mercy right now.
Time will tell. I make a sandwich every day and get nearly as much joy making as eating. Fresh cut slices of loaf, thinly sliced meat cheese, vegetables, and at least 6 dressings to choose from. Add a side dish and beverage and I’m satiated.
That's a beautiful setup. It doesn't help that I don't live near a bakery.
You’ll make something work, I’m sure of it. Just remember:
Don’t get ‘sandwiched’ in by other people’s agendas, or sandwiched between competing narratives as you might get into a pickle and need to spread things thin so as not to appear as buttering both sides of your bread.
Mate, there’s nothing wrong with you. You just had a small psychic break in a sandwich economy designed to ruin us. A $16 bánh mì is what happens when we’re expected to live like this.
I too have stood in front of a fridge that looks like the liner notes of a Wilco album - full of potential, aching with melancholy - and still decided to order a sad, over-priced meal wrapped in compostable lies. Because let’s face it, homemade sandwiches taste like failure. They carry the scent of regret and fridge funk. Ordering one feels like asking someone else to take responsibility for your internal architecture, just for a moment.
Making your own? That’s the real danger. You didn’t buy a sandwich. You bought mercy. And honestly, we all need a little mercy right now.
This is amazing. I will forever compare the contents of my fridge to a Wilco album. Thank you for the kind words.
Secret to a great sando? Always overfill it just a touch, think you have the perfect amount? Add a little more. Then add sauce
I find messy sandwiches to be better
Messy is great, 2 other requirements, you've got to be able to fit into your mouth and the bread shouldn't fall apart in your hands
well at least you didn’t put the sandwich on a klarna plan…I hope
In this economy??