Make me a sandwich.
Bread’s a hard habit to quit. I’ve read one too many articles telling me about the amount of sugar hidden in the slices of deliciously soft white bread, but it seems almost impossible to give up.
Since I live in the North, I have to leave pretty early (think school bus early) to avoid the rush hour in getting to Fort. I’d like to think that I’m a chipper morning person so the early alarm clock works on me, but I just wish I had a few more minutes to eat something more satisfying than crackers.
So on the few days that I get to wake up late and prepare breakfast for myself, I go to the fridge, take out a few slices of turkey ham, cream cheese and strawberry jam spread, tear apart some leaves of lettuce, and put together a mighty fine sandwich. Yum!