I'd just like to point out that I believe I made it clear in my first post for the month that this month would be food-centric blogs. I don't believe I said at any point that I'd toss on a cape (backwards apron, whatev) and become Superwoman. I have limitations, and today is one of those days. I spent hours battling traffic in between doctor's appointments, and something went awry (see: my brain) and I ran out of medication today that I couldn't get filled today. Unmedicated me + four hours in a car = feeling like I was dropped out of a plane.
Actually, it feels more like I was bucked off an unbroken horse I jumped on to ride bareback. How do I know, you ask? I've done it. But that's another blog.
So tonight's treat to myself and the ladies was just to go to Subway. I think the lack of product on hand and the skyrocketed prices is a good indicator that we're trying desperately to get away from being a McNation of McCardiac Arrests. The sandwiches were delish. Katie and I got the Italian BMT, and Jori got a Kid's ham sandwich meal thingy. They gave her the meal in a canvas re-usable bag. For this reason alone, I almost forgave the fact that three fairly simple sandwiches, 3 bags of chips and 3 beverages came to seventeen dollars and change. No, I'm not kidding.
Subway is very forthright on their nutritional values. They're posted on the menus, the napkins, stickers right above the breads, as well as their website. It's a good idea to put a little thought into what toppings to put on your sandwich. How much do you really want cheese on your sandwich? Simple. Do you want to look like Jared? Or do you want to look like Jared?
That's a trick question. Jared's gross. We want to look like Fairuza Balk. Mrowr.
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