This Sunday was not spent in the kitchen, sadly. It was instead spent curled up on the couch, napping and resting after a short bout of the pukes. (tmi?) But after a sufficient bit of sleep, water, tea and gatorade I started thinking about food again.
I started thinking about sandwiches, primarily. Reminiscing about sandwiches actually.
(From a girls weekend in New Buffalo)
And this open faced miracle
And you can’t beat the breakfast sandwich. Seriously, there are eggs and bacon under that giant croissant.
Why are sandwiches just so damn good?
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what’s your favorite sandwich?
