Yet another post written from the grey wonderland that is the law library.
It is mid-afternoon and J and I are working on our Advanced Legal Research papers (big mothers of essays that were due in July but we have postponed until November on the condition they are twice the size - don't ask how mine is progressing).
Anyway, we are only giving the appearance of working because J is hungry and I am listening to her talk about how hungry she is. But I am not hungry. Why? Because I had the sandwich of the year for lunch. She may have had four very delicious slices of buttered sourdough from the Gertrude St organic bakery but as I tell her time and time again (and here goes again because I know you will read this), the key to postponing mid-afternoon munchies is in the SANDWICH CONTENT.
To elaborate, today's sandwich contained:
- a slab of ricotta (a dollar for a biggish chunk from the supermarket deli)
- a layer of my homemade apple chutney (of which I am increasingly tiring - making two litres of anything is always a bad idea)
- five slices of tomato
- a protective layer of spinach leaves to prevent tomato-bread-sog
- a few flaccid bits of parsley
- salt and pepper.
Methinks it is the ricotta. That said, Monday's cheddar, onion, mustard and tomato affair did have similar tummy-longevity, alhtough my bag still smells funky (but not as bad as when I spilt yoghurt on J's property notes so they smelt positively vaginal. I sometimes wonder why she still studies with me).
Back to work . . .
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