Tastes Better When Someone Else Makes It

Regarding food, today wasn't a very exciting day.

I ate a bowl of corn flakes around 6 a.m. when I got up with the baby.

I ate two sandwiches for lunch, with chips and dip as a side.

I ate one sandwich for dinner, along with pasta salad.

But you know what, those are some of the best meals, especially the ones involving sandwiches.

Lunch was at my brother and sister-in-law's house. They invited all the local siblings (we're now down to three from five) and our families. It was a pretty simple layout: choice of three breads, a platter of veggies, mayo, and some deli meat. As I thanked my sister-in-law and told her how yummy it was, she replied "Sandwiches taste better when someone else makes them." And she's right. It's not that I couldn't have prepared the spread like she did, it's just that I'm unlikely unless I'm feeding at least a few extra people.

The sandwich I had for dinner was just a quick one thrown together, and I ate by myself. Two slices of plain sandwich bread, mayo, turkey, and swiss cheese. It was good, but nothing special.

I could be in to having a decent sandwich, at home, once a week or so. Maybe Saturday Sandwiches or Sunday Sandwiches could become a tradition in our house. If we spent a little extra time, money, and effort to make great sandwiches, we could enjoy the leftovers throughout the week.