Favorite sandwich? One that I can eat.
Since my heart attack I made some dramatic changes to my diet. Gone are sandwiches from McDonalds, Wendy’s, Burger King, Chik-fil-A, Dairy Queen, and countless other fast food places. When I started to look at the fat content it’s no wonder I had clogged pipes.
But it’s not just fast food. Two taverns a short walk from the house have some outstanding offerings — a prime rib sandwich that I’ll allow myself occasionally, and a fine cheeseburger. The rare indulgence. If there’s meat in my diet it’s generally lean chicken or turkey — grilled.
The pictured sandwich comes from the dining hall across the street from my office. Whole wheat bread, grilled chicken, perhaps a half-teaspoon of mayonnaise, and a pile of vegetables. No sauce, no dressing, and no cheese. Low fat.
My favorite sandwich is the one that won’t kill me.