“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.”
―John Greenleaf Whittier
Last summer we went on a mega road trip, which may or may not have been the best idea at the time. Nevertheless, it's what we did. 26 states, if we count North Dakota.
Last week, I wrote some things about sandwiches and how much I love them. A lovely person replied (hi, Pim!) with this thing of glory: the best sandwiches from every state.
I'm sure you understand now. You see it: what I missed. That glorious opportunity. The one I missed. We could have based a 26-state road trip on SANDWICHES. We could have traveled The Sandwich Route. I could have written The Sandwich Chronicles along the way. I would have gained 300 pounds from eating all those sandwiches but who the hell even cares about that, think of the sandwiches!
It's going to take me a while to recover from this.
Also I have decided I need to have an official weekly Sandwich Night, on which official night, dinner will be decadent glorious sandwiches. ALL THE SANDWICHES.
I need your input for this momentous decision.
Should Sandwich Night be Thursday night or Friday night or Sunday night? CLICK HERE TO VOTE.
Sorry I can’t embed a poll in here, you’ll have to take the extra step of clicking and loading the thing and then clicking the button and it’s stupid and what is technology even for if I cannot embed a poll about Sandwich Night into my newsletter.
👉 Now for something completely different, put this in your ears.
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I tried the link and follow the link and all.... I am not good at that stuff !
I did see that Friday and Sunday both got 50% rankings. I am putting my choice here because it comes with explanation......
I choose Sunday. When I was little, Sundays were special. It was "go to church day", but it was more than that. It was the day that my parents and sister and I were all home together ( although sometimes Dad had to go care take a camp or two for a couple of hours ). It was also that day that Dad was in charge of making supper. He made either cinnamon roles and pancakes or Swiss Steak.... I think that was all he knew how to make, but both were always delicious ! But my point is that as Dad made supper, my sister and I would help and it was a family thing.
So.... I am picturing you and yours on Sunday evenings... everyone busy assembling all the ingredients and utensils.... laughter, talking, and an over all good times. As a tradition, the kids would have wonderful memories for a life time !!!!
I couldn't provide this for my own kids as I worked a job that consistently had me working evening shift, including every Sunday.
As for forgiving yourself.... Oh, peshaw !!!! You will make more and better memories, and have a better time, creating the sandwiches at home with the family !!!! LoL <3
Wait... was it Thursday and Sunday that got equal rankings ??? **rolling eyes at self**