Have you ever eaten an Angry Sandwich? I don't mean, eat a sandwich angrily. No, the sandwich itself has to be angry, surly, taunting. It's what happens when you're angry while making a sandwich. Sometimes the sandwich turns out fine, like it did on Tuesday, but somehow I was reminded of the anger while I was eating it.
Fortunately for me (and possibly the sandwich, although its demise was predestined to a short lifespan in my tummy), the anger had subsided. Me and the Petite Filet don't always agree on things, and when a disagreement turns into a spat (Tuesday morning) it never lasts long. It's hard to stay mad at your best friend, moreso when you're in love with your best friend, and being married to your best friend means things will typically be fine-o and alrighty in a matter of hours if not minutes. In our nearly seven years of tied-knotness, a healthy heaping helping of figure-it-out-ness has been digested.
So, to recap: lunchtime, no anger; lunch, angry sandwich. It tasted kind of bitter. I wish it had been a Happy Pizza, Joyous Taco, Exhuberant Enchilada, Bubbly Burger or some other such Meal of Mirth. But Angry Sandwiches are a part of life, thankfully not often on my menu. Know what I mean?
On that note ... help! Submit your favorite breakfast in recipe form for my Breakfast Project cookbook!
I get angry at sandwiches these days, but not for noble reasons like yours. It's more the high protein diet, and no bread allowed.
Hahahahaha, that's so funny, the little face you drew on the sandwich!