What a Surprise

Today, I had the best sandwich I've ever made from Nelson Dining Hall. I can’t say it’s the best thing I've ever eaten from there because omelets on the weekends and some occasional dinners can outrank this sandwich, but not by much, except for the omelets those are way better. This sandwich most likely tasted better because I was a bit hungry after only eating a croissant for breakfast around 10 o’clock and it was almost 3 PM. I decided to get bread from the bread drawers rather than from the bags that lay near the sandwich station and rather than attempt a Panini I went with toasted bread approach.

Something on the toaster must have been broken because I had to put my bread through 3 times to get a decent toast and it was on the darkest setting. In my frustration of the toaster not working I decided to pile up the makings of my sandwich on my plate. I grabbed some turkey, salami, provolone cheese, cucumbers, and tomatoes. Why no lettuce you ask? Well just as I walked in to check out what was still there for me to eat I saw the old sandwich guy digging his hand around in the lettuce bin, without a glove, so I skewed away from the lettuce today.

Finally my bread had finished its transformation into toast. I went back towards the sandwich area and grabbed the mayo and spicy mustard. A little bit of those on each piece of bread and the construction began. To make a long story short I made a damn good sandwich. I know this because when I sat down to a virtually empty Nelson dining hall, the only other person who was in their and on her way out stopped and said, “That looks like a good sandwich” and then proceeded to ask me what I put on it.

Once she was done asking me questions, I was finally able sit down and enjoy all the work I had just put in between those two slices of whole wheat bread. As I sat at the very first large table in Nelson, alone, I thought to myself this is kind of nice. Sure company would be great but I was tired and didn’t feel like talking. All I wanted to do was eat the sandwich I just labored over because I was hungry. When I walked to put my empty plate on the dishes conveyor I glanced at the desert table. Yellow Jell-O with whipped cream, no thanks. On my way out I grabbed my usual red hard candy from the bowl near the front door and was on my way to JMAC.