Today I had a mission. It was not as important as the one to get things for my school or my car, but it was a mission toward which I devoted the whole of my resources for the evening; I was on a mission for the perfect sammich.
Laugh if you will, you neigh-saying jerks, but this quest was one borne of a hunger from deep in the recesses of my abdomen and brought to fruition through much hard work on my behalf. In other words, I got me a hankerin and made me a sammich. But what a sammich it was.
Bread, Mayo (lite), Green Peppers, Orange Peppers, Onions, Cheese, Mustard, Lettuce, and Ham. Did I say Pickles? Thats right: Pickles.
I’ll admit, it’s not quite as good as BJ’s Bacon Sammich of 2003, or the Ultimate-Hoagie of 2005, but still, it was something to behold. Indeed, the only thing that could have catapulted this sammich above those notable examples would have been bacon, because as we know bacon has the power to make any food better.
Any Food.
All this being said, it was jsut a sammich, but to me it was the culmination of at least 15 minutes of planning (this was how long I wandered around the grocery store looking for ingredients). This is a rather hefty investment of time for me as I am usually lazy when it comes to things like, well, anything.
Not to be anti-climactic, but the story ends when I ate the sammich a few minutes ago. It was good.
