Tragic Sandwich

Tag: Bring Back the Words

  • These Are a Few of My Favorite Foods

    This week’s prompt from Ginger at Ramble Ramble? Make us all hungry–what are your top 10 favorite foods (individual foods, or full meals, your choice)?

    Well, I do love food. So here goes.

    1) Steak. I don’t eat it often, but I do like it. My all-time favorite was the dry-aged New York Strip at the Chicago Chop House. But I’m certainly not going to turn down Fogo de Chao’s fraldinha or prime rib at Lawry’s. Or Ruth’s Chris. Or Morton’s. Mind you, I’ll need a gift card to go to any of these places. Oh, and while we’re on the subject–medium rare.

    2) Ice cream. I’d meet my poorly identified weight and fitness goals more quickly if I stopped eating ice cream.

    3) Potatoes. I love them so much, I once–no joke–gave them up for Lent.

    4) Mu shu pork. This is one of my key comfort foods. I don’t need the pancakes.

    5) Pancakes. Although I love them beyond mu shu. I’m still working on my perfect recipe, but that’s okay, because it means I get to eat pancakes.

    6) Chocolate-chip cookies. I make the recipe on the back of the Nestle package, with some slight variations. I could eat these all day, which is why I rarely make them.

    7) Corn. Corn on the cob. Corn in soup. Corn pudding. Creamed corn. Fritos. Pass the corn.

    8) Tomato sandwiches.

    corn and tomatoes from garden

    9) Clam chowder. I like the thin milky, buttery kind, not the thicker kind, although I’m certainly not going to turn that down if you offer it to me.

    10) Vanilla cupcakes with vanilla frosting. I also like lemon. And coconut.

  • Apparently I Lack Imagination

    It’s been weeks since I posted. I have photos from our vacation earlier this month. (Didn’t know we went on vacation? Quite possibly that’s because I haven’t posted in weeks.) Well, technically Mr. Sandwich has the photos. I haven’t managed to transfer them from his computer to mine.

    And there have been things I’ve wanted to blog about, but I can’t remember them. Maybe that’s because Baguette has been going through a growth spurt, which means that none of us has been sleeping.

    So I need a writing prompt. Ginger from Ramble Ramble to the rescue!

    She’s been providing a pair of writing prompts for several weeks. And usually I look at them and think, “Oh, I could blog about that.” And then I don’t. But this week’s prompts both appeal to me.

    Prompt 1: In another life, what career/job would you have, and why?

    Prompt 2: Give us your top 10 favorite movies of all time.

    Today I’ll do #1, because, well, it’s the first one.

    When I was a kid, I had a lot of ideas about what I wanted to be when I grew up:

    • archaeologist
    • lawyer
    • neurosurgeon (mostly I just said that to get people off my back about career plans)
    • nurse
    • mom
    • brick layer

    The easy answer is that I’d be a writer, and a successful one (hey, it’s my alternate reality I’m imagining). I’d have taken the path I saw for myself in high school, pursued journalism, written some nonfiction under my own name, and written some fiction under a pseudonym. Or I’d have turned to magazines rather than newspapers, and I’d be a freelance writer with the aforementioned nonfiction and fiction.

    But I really didn’t like the person I was when I was a reporter–even a high school reporter–and I have discovered that I don’t really like freelancing. I’m not geared to work for myself; I prefer to work for a company or organization of one sort or another. I like the steady paychecks. I like not having to build a client base or die. I like the health benefits (Seriously, I once had the following internal monologue upon seeing a picture of the mountains in eastern Kazakhstan: I would love to be able to backpack there. I wonder if I could get to that level of backpacking. But I’d wind up with a sinus infection. Where would I get antibiotics? I’m really not Backpacking-in-Kazakhstan Girl.)

    So I’d probably be an editor, quite possibly in magazines. Considering how much I have always loved reading them, I’m not sure why I didn’t pursue this as a career path. After I got my master’s degree, I applied for a kazillion jobs (college admissions counselor, CIA analyst) in a bazillion fields (education, government, publishing, historical research) all around the world (rural Virginia, Philadelphia, the United Arab Emirates). I don’t think a single one of those jobs was at a magazine.

    In this life, I spent 13 years as an in-house and freelance (see? I even tried it) editor. My current job is not editorial, but I’m still asked to do a lot of editing.

    Yes, I know I’m out of control with the parentheses on this post, and my use of italics is erratic at best here, but this is the way my brain is working today. Bear with me.

    So I guess in whatever life I’d have, I’d have something akin to this career.

    Oh, hey, the mom part turned out to be true, too. Nice.

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