24 November 2011

Sandwiches are beautiful

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It was just an ordinary evening many years ago. I became, as often happens a bit peckish, and started making myself a sandwich. It began as a quick hunger stopgap - a bagel and some cheese. But upon looking in the fridge another part of myself took over the process, and I got all stone soup on that bagel.

That night I constructed a sandwich of such significance that it ceased to be merely a sandwich... it became an epiphany.

For some idea of how intense that experience was I'll tell you this: I toasted half of the bun. I wanted to experience both fresh bread and toasted, so I just toasted half. I pulled out pickles, salsa, mustard mayonnaise, different types of meats and cheeses. It wasn't an excessively stacked or ornate novelty sandwich, but it was a thing of perfection that grew from humble origins into something powerful and tasty. My reality subdivided as that sandwich was being created; I reassembled my life's goals in accordance with the methodology.

As I pulled almost every condiment jar and sliceable vegetable out of the fridge I realized that it wasn't just the excitement of the impending deliciousness that was getting me giddy; it was the realization that I could pour myself into any task or experience, and the more I did so, the more I'd get out of it - in this case it was a transferable learning about attention and focus into reward and results. And the most beautiful sandwich I've ever eaten.

I've attempted to pour that sandwich-making dedication into other areas of my life, with varying levels of success. But making a sandwich isn't a destination, it's a journey. And that journey continues. It's like life like that. And

There's more though. Nowatimes I'll often find myself eating a delicious one-of-a-kind sandwich in front of my computer, while surfing the net. And, sandwich in one hand, mouse in the other, I can head over to see what kind of innovative definition-busting innovation is going on at Insanewiches, find out how a particular sandwich shop fits on the 'Wich plot at Simply Sandwiches , read as Pete waxes lyrical On Sandwiches, and hear the unified voice of the British Sandwich Association. It's all there, in the palm of my hand.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't let the sandwich just go from hand-to-mouth; there's a whole world of delights, culinary, cultural and metaphysical that can be found between two slices of bread.

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