my struggle meal has become my craving
it’s perfection. imo
- VERY LEGIT and real sourdough bread (i get mine from Publican Quality Meats in Chicago bc im not fucking around) (Pullman loaf for the locals)
- Kewpie Mayo
- butter lettuce leaves!
- wf dijon mustard
- kimchi
- 2 turkey slices
- 1 slice mild cheddar cheese
lightly toasted
sliced diagonally
- Grillo pickles on the side!! (not pictured)
thick toasted bread (I like Sara Lee artesano sandwich rolls)
spread mayo (Duke’s only you know the fucking vibes) and honey Dijon on each side generously to make a dijonaise on the fly
stack it with fried turkey breast, melted gouda cheese and prosciutto or capicola or some Italian meat
butter lettuce, THIN (use the sharpest knife) tomato slices, spicy bread and butter pickles, red onion dressed with oil and vinegar, sweet peppers or giardinera, oregano, salt and pepper. its so addictive and I kind of want one now
it’s so killer. lightly toasted sourdough bread, mayo, morningstar farms chicken patty, provolone, tomato (pat dry so they’re not too soggy), pickled red onions, bell pepper, avocado, honey mustard. not very structurally sound but very life changin.
if it wont jeopardize your survival fund just do it you deserve it
find an excuse that you think they’ll pity, they don’t need to know that you ‘just need a day’ if they are toxic capitalists -
i say this to every inanimate object that isn’t doing what i expect it to do.
tone:
middle ground between hoity toity annoyed bitch and genuine concern of ‘are you there?’
