41. chip butty
it's not often that a sandwich hurts me.
for this meditation, i knew i needed assistance. british chips are different from american fries, and to my great shock we do not have any chippies in rural southern us.
i turned to my scheming advisors, the talk section of the wikipedia article:
i think they're trying to poison me.
but i did so. i made soft fries, heavily salt-and-vinegared them, got awful supermarket bread, shoved as many as i could in there. i tossed in some ketchup because i was already having a bad time and figured it couldn't get much worse.
this is not the worst sandwich i've eaten (she is coming soon). however, it is the most disrespectful. "homogeneous mass" is the perfect descriptor, holy shit. the bread was untoasted, so the softness of the bread kind of... molded into the grainy starch of the potatoes. the only flavor beyond CARB! was the ketchup, and a faint whisper of vinegar in the background. but even my picky ass could barely pick out the ketchup. it had all melded into a category ten Beige Meal.
but goddamn, i sure wasn't hungry for the rest of the day. my beloved wife asked me like eight hours later if i wanted a grilled cheese, and for the first time in my life, i said no. very scary.
