I am the Queen of Gross Sandwiches

So as my coworkers who see my lunch can attest to, I like a lot of variety in my lunches.  Well, usually I pack of couple of snacks as well.  I must have a secret fear of starving to death at work because I always have a loaf of bread, peanut butter, and jam at work in case I forget/don’t like my lunch.  Of course, a PB & J for me is not as it is for other people.  I can’t stand soft, flimsy bread (Wonder Bread is not bread, it is some fakery trying to be bread) and I don’t like grape jelly either.  I usually have Whole Wheat Maximus Grain Bread, which must be toasted, crunchy peanut butter (or cashew or almond), and some non-grape jam, such as raspberry.

Incidentally, I also do this sort of thing with oatmeal.  I like steel cut Irish oatmeal, cooked with milk, with brown sugar and golden raisins on top.  White sugar and regular raisins don’t cut it for me.  I could do maple syrup (only real, never fake) or honey (preferably some single flower origin honey) and I can do other dried fruit, like little currents.  Oh yes, and I only ever make pancakes from scratch.  You can see why I have to do the grocery shopping in our household.

My family is actually okay with this sort of thing, until I started doing the cream cheese sandwiches.  Lately, on my Whole Wheat Maximus Grain bread, I spread garlic herb cream cheese (spinach artichoke is good too) with thick cut lengthwise cucumbers, sprouts, tomatoes, and pepperocini (or banana or jalapeno peppers).  Of course, making my lunch is of intense interest to my 5-year old, who watched me and promptly declared, “Yuck!  Eww!  Gross!  You are the queen of gross sandwiches!”   I don’t know what her problem is, it’s like the Dagwood of veggies sandwiches, and I love it.

Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

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