In order to satisfy my end of the 300 sandwiches challenge, I had to make sandwiches that E wanted to eat. This did not include spinach or avocado.
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See this here? I ate that whole thing the other day. And I will not feel guilty about it.
I’ve done five versions of banh mi sandwiches since I started this blog. I guess I really love cilantro or something.
Oh how I love the smell of beer battered fish in the morning. Or at night. Or anytime really. Coming up tomorrow on 300 Sandwiches: beer battered mahi-mahi sandwiches. For today, I leave you with this mouth-watering teaser above. May your lunch today be as tasty.
This is a horrible thing to admit. But I have to be honest. I had one of those “everyone is engaged but me” moments yesterday.
I packed leftover pressure cooker pulled pork into a gyro for E’s lunch. I’ll post tomorrow, but wanted to leave a taste with you before I rush off… (E, don’t forget to take the sandwich with you to work!)
E was not going to let his new shiny birthday toys stay shiny for long.
E wakes up as if he’s gotten a promotion every day—smiling, happy, singing. This sounds horrible, but it doesn’t make me instantly happier to see him happy.
E did some mega gardening this weekend. You have a garden, you ask? In Brooklyn? Sorta.
Feeling guilty after all of those arepas?
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! In honor of the holiday—or, just a coincidence—I made a fairly, sorta, kinda green sandwich over the weekend.
I love E to pieces, because he makes me laugh when I want to destroy things.
In the drab days of winter, I have to remind myself to create my own sunshine.
E and I have a bit of cabin fever.
Last night I went to dinner with 3 of my good girlfriends, my major fashion executive friends Stacie and Stephanie, and DJ Kiss, who is a major DJ here in New York. We hadn’t seen each other since before the holidays, and it’s always tons of laughs and a late night when we do.
Rating: E is obsessed with Japan.
I took that kid’s idea from Pinterest and made it my own. I also got a tummy ache.
E and I have become obsessed with our homemade apple butter. We are finding ways to put in on everything.
Hey all, E here. I’m taking over today’s post to give my darling girlfriend a break. She deserves it. Here’s why:
When someone calls you names—own it!
Well yesterday was fun!
I made E a plate of Thanksgiving leftovers this weekend, including this grilled cheese pictured above. It got me thinking about the concept of making your man a plate.
Saturday nights used to be for dinners out and club hopping. But I do enough of that during the week for my day job at The New York Post. Now—nesting with my boyfriend in my mid-30s—Saturday nights are for roasting chicken.
Now that I finally had edible baba ganoush, I could make a light sandwich for E’s lunch, which I had to do to save face after hanging out late the night before.