I truly do applaud those that can give up bread, be it for a diet or just general health purposes. I imagine that as I get older I’ll have to limit my intake of such things, but to cut them off entirely wouldn’t be worth it. I mean that.
If you think I’m kidding, you don’t know me.
Some of my happiest times are walking back from any of the number of delis in Hoboken, sandwich in hand, ready to devour it once I’ve returned to my apartment. Sometimes I’ll go with the breaded chicken cutlet, some arugula, mozzarella, pesto spread and sun dried tomatoes. Other times it’ll be roast beef, turkey and hot soppressatta with lettuce and tomatoes. When I’m really lucky, I’ll get my true go to: just ham, hot soppressata, sharp provolone cheese and fried long hot peppers.
Just typing that stuff right now, as it’s near noon and I haven’t had lunch, gets my mouth watering and my whole body excited in a way few things can.
Of course, we all have our favorites. I’ve listed a few of mine above, but I could go on for a while. There’s the various Gobbler sandwiches around Thanksgiving, Jewish deli corned beef, hot sandwiches like chicken parm and cheese steaks… I think you get the point.
That first bite though, of your favorite, that’s a fantastic feeling.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling? Walking to the deli only to find out it’s closed.
scott spinelli 