On Subway

We've managed to work though most of the leftovers, and I didn't have time to go grocery shopping yesterday, so I got a Subway sandwich for lunch. I only eat at Subway (which is across the street from my building) once every few months, and I am remarkably consistent when I do go: Turkey footlong on italian bread, lettuce, tomato, onions, little bit of oil, lots of vinegar.

Because my going to Subway is an excuse to eat fresh bread soaked in red wine vinegar.

The turkey and oil are there so that I get a little fat and protein and actually feel full for several hours after eating. The veggies are there for texture. But really, I probably could be happy with a loaf of fresh bread and vinegar to dip it in. Which may be part of why I don't usually frequent delis--I don't want a sandwich with eight pounds of corned beef on it, or a seared panini with roasted peppers and imported provolone. They're nice every once and a while, but in general, my tastes are remarkably plebeian.

And I'd been eating it for years before I realized that it was probably the healthiest form of fast food that exists.