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Today I get to write about the law of [real] property — landlord-tenant disputes, adverse possession, wild deeds, and eminent domain. I don’t know what any of it means, but I do know that this is one tasty sandwich: it’s like a pizza, but it’s on bread! Also it has no tomato sauce and it’s at room temperature. Quiet, you.
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In half an hour, I’ll have a three-hour essay exam that will be the sole determining factor for my grade in a three-credit class. Thankfully, I had the foresight to pack a sandwich of baked Virginia ham on a delectable seven-grain sourdough. So even if I can’t remember whether Congress is permitted to effectively conscript state executive officers into enforcing its laws (it isn’t), at least I won’t be lacking for nutrition.
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As I may have mentioned, I have a thing for pepper. But can you blame me? After all, pepper is known as “the gift of the east.” (Let’s ignore the fact that gift means ‘poison’ in Swedish.)
Anyway, this is another case of pepper spicing up an otherwise-bland cold cut. I’m trying not to reflect upon the way the pepper is evenly distributed through the uniform, textureless slices of ‘turkey’ here. I really don’t know what kind of processing it’s been through. Thankfully, it ends up being rather tasty.
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One of my enduring shames is the amount of food I allow to go bad. Every trip to the grocery store is full of high hopes and good intentions, but any perishables I buy often end up, well, perishing. I’ve thrown out potatoes that had more eyes than a beholder, sealed plastic bags full of a viscous goop that used to be cut salad, loaves of bread engulfed by the penicillin equivalent of Trantor—and even cold cuts well past being well past their prime.
This time, I said to myself, would be different. And it has been! Before today, I hadn’t brought lunch from home in ages. Here’s hoping this trend continues.
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“Hunger,” Benjamin Franklin is alleged to have stated, “is the best pickle.” There are a few different things that might mean — a few of the dictionary definitions for the noun pickle are: a cucumber, or other vegetable or foodstuff, preserved in brine or marinade; a liquid usually prepared with salt or vinegar for preserving or flavoring fish, meat, vegetables, etc.; Informal. a troublesome or awkward situation. So which of those makes sense? [1]
Anyway, whatever Benjamin Franklin had in mind, this much is clear: hiking four miles and 3000 vertical feet in Yosemite Valley makes you hungry. And that hunger makes an already-delicious sandwich taste even better.
[1] Interestingly enough, all of these meanings were in use by Franklin’s time: “brine or marinade” dates from c.1440; “cucumber preserved in brine” was first recorded in 1707; and the figurative sense of “sorry plight” was first recorded in 1562.
At the Outer Banks, as in life, sometimes you’re ocean-side and sometimes you’re sound-side — and either way, everyone likes a nice sandwich for lunch. In this case, everyone (meaning me) had marble rye piled high with teriyaki-flavored chicken that I took a chance on and that ended up being quite tasty.
When you’re on a ferry between Tallinn and Helsinki, you’re really the definition of a captive audience. Want some duty-free perfume, toys, or candy? You’re in luck (as long as you enjoy smelling licorice, playing with licorice, and eating licorice, respectively*). Want anything else, though, and you better hope the on-board businesses have you covered. […]
A burger is a sandwich. And an open-faced sandwich is a sandwich. So it stands to reason that an open-faced burger is a sandwich, too. Especially if the burger includes thick-sliced, fatty bacon; pickled onions; black bread; and a venison patty. Also, when I say “fatty” bacon, I suspect you may not fully understand just […]