Arguably, there are few things in the world as satisfying as a good sandwich
Satisfaction in my mind is the complete and thorough fulfillment of a craving; and a fulfillment void of any negative post-event repercussions
This picture is sketchy and grainy and blurry…yes, I get it. But, you see, having such a vestibule of glory before me means I cannot be bothered to get a “money-shot.” Too bad, guess you just have to get your own sandwich.
Allow me to preface; it was lunch time, I was famished and my fridge was meatless; conveniently I headed to New Seasons Market, decided to take the plunge and order a sandwich while stocking up on organic kiwis and fair-trade coffee
Of course, as I was famished I was also in a little bit of a…how do I say it…female-dog-like in the mood…and of course New Seasons was busy as ever, bustling in painfully slow motion with 80% of the over 70 population in the Portland Metropolitan area; and thus I become quite irritated when a shopping cart is blocking me from accessing a $2.50/cup rack of Icelandic yoghurts.
Back to the sandwich; I filled out the grilled sandwich form- requesting the seeded grainy roll with chicken breast, mama’s lil peppers, roasted red peppers, cucumbers, lettuce, caramelized onions, avocado, tomato, olive tapenade, hummus, and mustard. I am that person who will put everything and their mother on a sandwich.
Once the sandwich-maker mispronounced my name to allude that my bundle of glory was ready, I headed to the express queue (where I realised that it was a Wednesday in which seniors receive 10% off their groceries), and headed home.
Originally, I intended to only eat half the sandwich. Funny, I know.
Let’s just say I had some nice mama’s lil pepper juice dripping down my fingers a mere eight minutes later; plus as it was a grilled sandwich it would have been far too soggy to finish later ANYHOW
Plus, eating only half of it would have been a half-assed attempt at fulfilling my cravings which would have ultimately backfired and led me back to the kitchen counter to go look for some strawberries to binge on or something. Yeah. no.
Instead I was a very happy little camper and proceeded to go to work and be extra nice and social and productive, which really is a gigantic #WIN for everyone involved…thus me eating an entire sandwich indirectly affects the members of the company I work for.
Alors, seeing the success a sandwich brought on the prior day, I wholeheartedly accepted an offer from my co-worker, Joe to pick up some Banh-Mi for lunch on Thursday; he sent out an office-wide e-mail with thorough descriptions of the various types of Banh-Mi available at An Xuyen Bakery, a ridiculously amazing Vietnamese Bakery on the Eastside
There were several other factors affecting my decision:
1. It’s $3. $3!!!
2. Hello, I can blog about it!
3. Joe brings two Banh-Mi’s for lunch and dinner every other day…and we all fawn over it in the break-room as we eat stuff like trail mix and Honey Nut Cheerios
4.Baguettes. Jalapenos. Cilantro. Lemongrass Chicken. Pickled carrots and daikon…I mean do I really need say more?
And a new obsession has been born. If you have not yet tasted the glory that is Banh-Mi, then you are TRULY missing out. TRULY. I couldn’t shut up about this post-demolishment, it was so incredible that it warranted a Facebook status update, which warranted a linkage from my friend, Elle to a recent blog post Mindy Kaling did on her adoration of the Banh-Mi.
Wow. The world is a much more beautiful and optimistic place when one does not deprive or limit their carbohydrate consumption.
If you’ll excuse me, I have a stack of buckwheat pancakes to tend to. Saturday morning b-fast, y’all!
Ever had Banh-Mi?
What is your definition of satisfaction? And the ultimate satisfying meal? (Note: my other runner-up is Finnish meatballs w/ mashed potatoes)
What is your relationship with carbohydrates?