Identity Crises
Yes, I am having identity crises plural. Some deeper than others, but all significant. Let's get into it. Am I someone who likes sandwiches? This year, I can recall eating 4 sandwiches. Specifically, two different sandwiches that I returned to once each. One was a bagel sandwich at a delightful little place called Flourmoon, located in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was a toasted rosemary sea salt bagel containing roast beef, arugula, sharp cheddar cheese, and some sort of horseradish spread. Very delicious. The second sandwich was my sort of attempt to recreate this first one: toasted ciabatta baguette (idk it was cheap at Kroger), roast beef, sharp cheddar, apple slices, and French onion dip. Not as good as the original, but very good still. Now for a normal person, this is not news. But as someone who, for her whole life, has never liked bread or sandwiches of any kind really, this is pretty big. And as I begin to dream of all the doors this might open for me (how much easier i
