Strange things you may not know about me: I hate sandwiches.
I’m fully aware of how odd it is to dislike an entire industry of food made up of other foods that I generally have no problem with, but there you go. I do not like sandwiches. Occasionally when we are out, people will suggest we get something to eat and inevitably offer up Some Sandwich Joint as a possible snackery – at which point I have to flail about helplessly and attempt to explain why this would be a terrible, life-altering, devastating decision.
I hate sandwiches so much I have cried over them. Once upon a time I was planning our wedding, and my mother in law insisted we should offer up sandwiches at our reception. Given my utter loathing of things between bread, I freaked out and fought tooth and nail against Operation: Sandwich. In the end I won (and the food we ended up serving was beyond delicious and very reasonable), but I am sure Ed’s family had some pretty grave second thoughts about his upcoming nuptials to an obviously unbalanced round girl who threw a tantrum at the mere suggestion of roast beef and tuna salad.
I can’t even give you adequate reasoning behind this quirk of mine – it just is. I am Kimli. Please do not offer me a sandwich.
Naturally, this severely limits my lunch options and usually leaves me hungry after catered corporate events. My life would be a great deal easier if I could just come to terms with the thought of meat, cheese, vegetables and spread between two slices of bread or a bun or even a hogie, but I cannot. It is not to be. I hate sandwiches, you see.
In fact, you could say that I have a sandwich phobia.
That is probably not normal.
Good thing I’ve made my peace with that.
A meme I stole from Natalie under the cut!