Lunch. I had bread going stale and a deli drawer full of ends, and the choice is always between tossing all of it or making the best sandwich of the week. I piled it on, put cheese on the outside of the bread so it would crisp in the pan, and crushed the whole thing flat. Diet Coke because I am who I am. I ate this at the kitchen island at two in the afternoon, alone, and watched half an episode of something I wasn’t invested in. It was a good twenty minutes.
A melty sandwich
