What better way to conserve your resources and funds than to bring your lunch from home?  And while you’re at it, why not make it a sandwich?  Maybe even the ultimate in carbon footprint reduction: a pb&j, or even a pb and honey, sandwich.  The stats she lists are eye-opening.  That post was the basis for my lunch choice today.  So I, too, challenge you…whether you make it at home, or order it out…eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch.

Just a few of the many options for sandwich transportation include reusable bags.  I think it’s great…if I was to save all the bags I’d used over the past year, for my lunch, for the kids’ lunches…it’s kind of scary to think how much we’ve spent, how much we’ve thrown away. This blogger is having a giveaway on her crafty sister’s eco-friendly sandwich bags.  And this blogger’s Etsy store has 44 sandwich bags to choose from, and features a drawing for a free order.  And this little piggy went “weee wee weeee weeee”, all the way home.  jk.

Finally, I found another discount on Lunchskins sub and sandwich bags at this site.  Ok, I think that’s all for now.  Whatever you decide to do to make a difference on this Earth Day, enjoy it!

It actually looks good.  But scary at the same time.  I think if no one was watching, and I could have someone order it for me, and deliver it to me, I might eat it.  Just once.  And half for now, half for later.  But buying that sandwich and eating in the KFC is like saying, “Look at me!  I’m a friggin’ animal!  I don’t want to live a long life!”  So maybe I have a double standard.  I just don’t know anymore.

I’m not even certain why KFC would want to market this evil thang.  I do know that there’s some humor in gawking at how monstrous this sandwich is.  Tee hee.

And she’s no good with her phone, citing directions via online maps.  ”How do I know where FM 1847 is if I can’t see it!?  Just look at the map near Marlin and zoom in!”  I told her, but she doesn’t roll that way; not a ‘visual’ person like I am or something.  ”Okay, so, worst case scenario, if we stay lost on these backroads forever, we’ll just sleep in the car on the side of the road until we can see what’s going on out there in the morning.”  Dumb thought, but I was starting to freak, and we were all mad with each other; we couldn’t agree on a strategy.

So one of the options we couldn’t agree on was to take the first county road we were on, and drive 20 more miles north to Waco, then go back the opposite direction once we find I35 to Austin.  So during that last ditch effort that she wasn’t happy about, she told me to pull over again at this tiny grocery stop and ask for directions again.  So these directions were golden.

Back on I35, heading south to home, then when we stop so T can go to the restroom, I find the “other” car charger for the gps.  GRRRR!  Of course I plug it in and wham-o; it powers on like nothing was ever wrong.  Fun.  I give T this look when she’s coming back to the car, like, ‘what the hell is this’, and she shares in my frustration.  But by then, it was a relief that we were already on our way to a comfy night at home.

The pics were worth it, though.  And there was this huge friggin rainbow before the reception was done, like I mean wide!  And bright.  T was able to get some shots.  I think it’s the largest rainbow I’ve ever seen.  It was hard not to point at it.  I’ve never known what that’s about, pointing at rainbows, but I don’t really want to incur the wrath of some leprechaun, either.

Oh, and the best part of the trip, by far: the barbecue that was sent home with us.  My god, man!  We made some sandwiches out of it, brisket and sausage halfies.  Wow.  This was good.  Seems like the smaller the town, the better the bbq, T said.  I think she’s on to something!

Not that I wouldn’t eat them, but seriously, I really do need to make some changes in my lifestyle…I learned of my high blood pressure situation like the day after Christmas.  And I’m actually sticking to my exercise and better diet!  I mean, what choice do I have, right.  Get healthy or die trying.  Like Yoda says, “Do or do not.  There is no try.”

And since I’m sitting still long enough to have actually logged in and created a new post in what, 2 months or something? I should say “Happy New Year” to you!  I hope you had a festive old time during your Christmahannukwaanzakah and have an excellent 2010.  May many a sandwich cross your path!

The photos are great, the construction sequence images are dreamy.  And the cheese is boss.  Anyhow, this is a MUST SEE.  This is art, my friend.  For the love of Pete (or peat, if you’re into moss), GO NOW!!!

It’s like a bad habit. Look, I don’t smoke pot, or drink…but everyone’s got a vice. Mine is the occasional Spam sandwich.

This wasn’t earth-shattering, but dammit, it’s better than the fast-food sandwich joints around.  Even better than some local sandwich delis.  I’m really looking forward to trying some of Panera’s panini sandwiches.  That will be most excellent.  No complaints, though…everything was really good; I would recommend Panera to a friend.  Or you.  What’ve you got to lose?

I forgot the pickle spear in above pic.  Oh, and the straw that comes with the frozen coffee.  That is great.  Different color with different drink.  And huge!  No missing with these bad boys.  Like a miniature blowgun.  You could fit something obscene in that.

In the works: I missed National Cheeseburger Day, so I’ll make up for it by posting something soon about an AWESOME (no really…AWESOME) article in Texas Monthly about the 50 best burgers.  Ever.  And where to get them.  And stuff.  Don’t want to wait ’til October for National Hamburger Day. 

Ok, so have a great week, “I’ll see you when I see you (too much Ocean’s 13 influence).”

Thanks to Tender B. for sending this in.

But alas, I cannot, for two reasons.  1.  There’s a slim-to-none chance that I will travel to the nearest Weinerschnitzel (or what my better half likes to degradingly call the “hot dog store”…grrrr) to bask in the chili cheese glorification that is my true emotivication.  Celebration will have to wait for the near future when I can sneak off to partake in the festivities (and sneaking off to the Wschnitzel is down to a science…more on that another time) and go all NOM NOM NOM on the goods.  2.  I’ve just learned that W-Day is not really the celebration of eating a beautiful Weinerschitzel item or three, it is actually a reference to something more like the American chicken-fried steak.  The Austrian weinerschnitzel isn’t actually something I’d like to try anytime soon.  Veal.  Bleeah.  I shouldn’t really knock it ’til I try it, but still.  What a friggin’ let-down. 

I would still celebrate what, in my mind, is the real meaning of W-Day by going to W-Schnitzel (it’s just too much to spell every time) and loving it.  But since I cannot, please make this every bit of reason to go and celebrate!  I will shed a tear of nonparticipatory angst, and another for the joy you may experience today.  Happy W-Day (sniffsniff).