Participating in my administrative internship, attending grad school, doing my actual job, and attempting to have a life takes more hours in the day than what are actually available. With that said, I cherish the short amount of time each day (well, most days) when I get to take time for myself. My workout time is sacred. Going for a long run, making North Face laps on my skis, or setting out for an adventure around town on my bike are the best antidotes for my sanity. As soon as my workout is over (and oftentimes in the middle!), I start to think about re-imagining something delicious.
No time for a workout today with my internship all day and class all night. Because the day has been so busy, there hasn’t been any time to eat (hungry Sarah = grumpy Sarah). The very few moments I was able to steal for myself resolved around food. Additionally, because I started this lovely blog yesterday, I have also been reflecting about all of the amazing food that has graced my plate (and my palate). Insert: Sandwich Obsession.
I love sandwiches. I dream about them. I obsess over them. If I were stranded on a deserted island with only one food option indefinitely, sandwiches would happily be my choice. My favorite “local” sandwich shop is 40 miles away and I would happily drive to and from every day to eat one. The first stop when I get off the airplane is to the nearest Whole Foods to build my own. I adore them.
Turkey, lettuce, tomatoes, artichokes, roasted red peppers, pepper Jack cheese, horseradish, stone ground mustard, and sprouts–all smashed between two pieces of whole wheat bread. Perfection.