the Sandwich

change.  it comes and you know when it does, because things just don't mean the same thing they used to.  you can't get your head around them in the way that was so effortless before the change, and the best part about real change is, you know it when it hits you.  at least, that's me.

the Super Sandwich.  i had a pack of steak from my mom that i had to cook, and loaves of bread that i acquired and was getting rid of.  i made this monstrosity to share with Lonnie, a thank you of sorts for all his support though the rough month.  but he didn't make it.  so i had a quarter of it on Saturday, with cauliflower/broccoli/cheddar soup, and i had a quarter of it yesterday for lunch.  and i took the remaining half of it to the meeting and gave it to Marc. 

not long ago, that would have been a 'half at dinner, half at breakfast' at the very best.  but eating a loaf of bread at a sitting is just not what i want to do these days.  and that's good.  but it's not the best.  the best is to stop playing with this damn fire before i burn the house down.

yesterday's food log:

breakfast - 3 egg steak omelet, toast

lunch - quarter of above steak sandwich, turkey-spinach soup

brunch - large cup of broccoli/cauliflower cheddar soup

dinner - chicken breast and some nachos with meat, no cheese.

that is the log of the 4th of February.  on to the day of the 5th.