The Art of the Sandwich

I have been pretty remiss about posting here, and in an effort to catch everyone up on my dazzlingly glamorous life, I will give you a quick rundown of the last month: work, work, class, work, show, class, work, show, class, work, work, class, show, work.

Now I can get on to the real point of this post. Food Shopping!!! Do you know about this? It's awesome. If you haven't done it recently, then check it: I went food shopping. This may sound trivial, but I have not gone food shopping in about five months. At some point I just gave up on it, resulting in one of three scenarios: order out, eat out, don't eat. I got tired of these unhealthy/expensive options and decided I would not only buy food but then eat it! Again, trivial, I know, but one of the main reasons I stopped buying food was that I would still go out to eat at the local cafe and then all the food I had back at home would go bad and I would throw it away.

I love to cook, but decided to ease into my use-of-kitchen by only buying salad and sandwich items. Over the last week I have made such culinary delights as ham, jack cheese, avocado, jalapeno, roasted pepper, and alfalfa sprouts on whole wheat with mayo and mustard, and turkey, swiss, tomato, olive tapanade, mustard, and lettuce on seven grain, as well as a salad featuring romiane, endive, feta, tomato, olive, and artichoke hearts. I enjoy figuring out how many items I can put on a sandwich and still keep the sweet-savory ratio intact. Very challenging.

The whole experience has been empowering. I forgot all about this form of self-sufficiency: one that does not involve a cell phone or a take out menu or a waiter. Now maybe I will clean my fucking apartment.