So. Much. Good.

Sunday, July 2, 2023

A couple months ago, I totally inappropriately bought a bag of 12 sandwich rolls at Sam’s club. I just wanted them. Keith does not eat sandwiches. More correctly, he does not like to eat sandwiches. So we do not eat sandwiches, because it really doesn’t make sense to make him a not sandwich meal while I make myself a sandwich meal. I love a turkey sandwich after Thanksgiving and there are usually other people around to join me in sandwich eating, so that is an exception. We will sandwich away while he is heating up a plate of turkey and tatoes and gravy.

Anyway, there were buns in a bag and I wanted them. Sam’s Club only sells stuff in big, so there was no alternative to buying 12. I decided I was going to buy them and take sandwiches to work. I knew (for a fact) that there was no way I was going to eat 12 buns before they got stale, but I pretended that I was going to. We went to the deli-style meat section to get some turkey. I like a turkey sandwich (see above). There were “oven roasted” (where else?) turkey breasts that were twice as much as a tray of deli sliced meat, but four times the weight. If I was pretending that I could eat 12 rolls, I could also pretend to eat 4 pounds of turkey breast. In the cart it went.

When we got home, I couldn’t wait until lunch the next day to enjoy a turkey sandwich. I made it. I ate it. IT WAS INCREDIBLE. The turkey was delicious. The lettuce, tomato, and Miracle Whip were tasty. The bun was the greatest bun of all time. I leapt into action. I portioned the turkey and froze some appropriately. I wrapped up the rolls and froze some of them. Every evening I took GREAT pleasure in making and wrapping my sandwich for the next day. Several times, I even waited until lunch time to eat it. Mostly I just ate them when I got to school because I had waited long enough. (I ate all the rolls. I ate all the turkey, although it was two much for 12 sandwiches. I made a turkey pot pie for dinner with the rest.)

Thursday, Keith chose these words to say, “If you could have anything for dinner, what would it be?”
I immediately answered, “A turkey sandwich on the greatest roll ever from Sam’s.” I had had those sandwiches in my head for a couple days, but there was no work to go to and so that wasn’t going to work.
He responded, “We can make that happen. It wouldn’t even be hard.”
I countered with, “You don’t eat sandwiches. What would you eat?”
He said he could eat a sandwich.

We were off. There were places to go and things to do before we could get to Sam’s. I was pleasant while waiting (I think). As we drove home a little after 8, I really wanted him to speed. He was not speeding. He never speeds. He often doesn’t even go the speed limit, and then I say, “At least drive the speed limit so people don’t hit us.” He says he was driving the speed limit and I say, “Okay.” I wanted to tell him to SPEED! Sandwiches were coming! but I didn’t.

We made sandwiches. We ate sandwiches. THEY WERE SO GOOD EVEN NON-SANDWICH MAN SAID IT WAS REALLY GOOD. He said it was the best bun ever (which I already knew).

We woke up on Friday morning and he asked what was on the plan for the day. TURKEY SANDWICH! I made a turkey sandwich for Alexander to eat while we drove to pick up his car. He liked it. He is not a big sandwich guy, either, since he grew up in a house with no sandwiches. He was so very, very kind and let me prattle on about the bun and the turkey and how good it was. Every freaking time I brought it up, he agreed it was a good sandwich, a good bun (please note I brought it up more than several times).

There is truly nothing better than satisfying a craving. Nothing.

I thought this was going to be a two sentence POTD. You just never know.