Sandwich!

April 25, 2007

Today we will be talking about sandwiches. I don't know why but sandwiches seem to be…ubiquitous in my life right now. I get this impression because I don't like sandwiches very much; I don't think they're real food. A sandwich is something you wolf down because you're in a hurry. It's something to fill the void of eating real food—some sort of poor substitute, to my mind. Also it may be that my mom would always pack my lunch box with sandwiches when I was younger, and we all know how sandwiches get nasty when left in an almost airtight lunch box during a long, hot day of learning one's ABCs and Maths. The sandwhich gets nasty. So do I.

 

Hence the trauma. I would try to avoid sandwiches as much as possible. During my lowest moments as a human being, I would throw away a sandwich Mama made for me, wanting to spare my dogs the indemnity of eating such a nasty object. If my memory serves me right, the last time I did this was about a month ago. My mother packed me a sandwich because I forgot to eat breakfast, which is really nice of her seeing as she hates waking up before the sun rises. "Kainin mo yan ha, titignan ko pag-uwi mo!" she says. "Yes mam, hindi naman ako kinder no," I smart mouthed. So yeah I forgot all about the damn thing until I got to our gate sometime in the evening and fear struck my heart, fear of my mother. She can get quite stubborn sometimes about the smallest, insignificant things. I had a feeling that the sandwich issue is something she will fight for to the pits. So I did what any logical person should do if said person were in my shoes: I threw the incriminating sandwich to the bushes beside our house.

 

"Ano, kinain mo?" she asks promptly, as I nonchalantly opened the door. "Yes mam," I beamed.

 
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