i just got back from a wonderful beach vacation with my husbands family. we didn't leave until 10:00 am on saturday, so lunch was a decision that needed serious consideration. the thought of eating fast food makes me nauseous, but the thought of not eating lunch makes me even more nauseous. so i packed this sandwich. my favorite sandwich. prosciutto, fresh mozzarella, tomato, basil, on a toasted baguette. i was so excited about eating this i think i talked about for the first 30 minutes of our road trip. the conversation went a little like this. me: "ready for lunch?" him: "no". me: "why not?". him: "it's 10:15". me: "so". him: "we just ate breakfast". me: "oh yea, but it's going to be really good". him: ""i know, but it's still 10:15". me: "fine". i let it rest for a while, and what seemed to be hours i asked again... "ready for lunch?" him: "no". me: "why not?". him: "it's 10:30". me: "well, i'm eating mine". him: "good for you".
i was looking so forward to this sandwich that i honestly could not think about anything else. so, i decided i was going to eat mine. i opened up my foil wrapped sandwich, opened up a bottle of water, laid a paper towel on my lap, and was about to have my own little picnic. what happened next will never happen again. i made a dreadful mistake. i placed the mozzarella so that it hung over the bread and had contact with it. the bread in places was soggy. i almost started to cry. i'm not kidding. (my stomach just flipped thinking about it.) i loathe soggy bread. i could bore you with the conversation that followed between brian and myself, but i won't. i was whining at this point, nothing appealing about that. long story short, he offered to give me his sandwich, but his bread was soggy too. (otherwise, i would have taken him up on it). i ended up taking the top off and eating an "open face" sandwich. it sucked. oh well, it happens.