I brought some leftover spaghetti into work for lunch today. I didn’t bring any silverware as there are usually plastic forks in one of the kitchens around the office.
Ever try to eat spaghetti with a couple spoons? It’s tough. Even using them like chopsticks was tricky.
Luckily, my buddy Ayako stopped by with a fork she’d found in a hidden kitchen I never visit.
Needless to say, I was grateful.
The only problem now is that I’m still hungry.
On Mondays I often like to take a moment to reflect back to the weekend. I like to sit and meditate on the difficult tasks I overcame and some of the more exciting moments I encountered. But in truth, instead of looking back on this weekend, I feel more compelled to just sit here and think about sandwiches. I mean sandwiches are really pretty goddamn awesome. Think about the variety that goes along with sandwiches. There are all sorts of different meats and cheeses that you could put on a sandwich. There’s ham, bologna, salami, roast beef, turkey, chicken breast. I mean the list could go on forever. Then there’s American cheese, swiss cheese, muenster, cheddar, pepper jack; I mean there are a lot.
And the combinations between just meats and cheeses is outrageous. But once you start mixing in sandwich spreads, well let’s just say that the possibilities become pretty much infinite. And I haven’t even gotten into the other fixin’s. I mean there are all sorts of different breads one could make the sandwich on. There’s lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, salt, pepper.
This is why I need to open a sandwich shop of my own. Because I have a deep love and understanding of the sandwich and why it is such an important part of life. To me, a world without sandwiches is like a world without love. And who wants to live in a world without love?
Certainly not me. Certainly not me.