Day after turkey sammich

I know it's not that much to look at, but damn, it was tasty.

The painters were here all yesterday priming, caulking, etc. etc. the house for painting. It was kind of loud and disruptive, but we left for part of it.

But today, they are doing windows which means all the windows are in various states of open. Doors that are usually closed are open as they paint. The cats are in a state of discontent, and that kind of means that I am, too.

And since I'm not doing my usual sit-on-the-couch thing and I already completely organized my sock drawer, that means that I am unpacking, moving things, and generally cleaning. And that also means that I'm not eating which means that when my two cups of coffee wore off, I was getting irritable.

So after a couple hours of that, when your stomach is basically gnawing itself to pieces, I made this little sammich.

It started with thin slices of Whole Foods bread that we bought for the occasion, though sure, it ended up rather thinner even than I was expecting. In fact, the loaf seemed much larger when I was pulling it out of the fridge than it looked on my cutting board.

On one side, a generous amount of mayo with salt and pepper. On the other, a much less generous amount of cranberry sauce juice. Enter three pieces of turkey breast, which I sliced rather too thickly the other night. I tried to slice them down further, eating off pieces of the slices that were too big for my bread or just didn't plain fit on the sandwich.

But yeah, as I sat here eating it with a rather sad glass of water (rehydrating from two nights of excess), I thought to myself: damn, that is one good sandwich and yeah, that turkey was worth it.

I think that small taste will make me hungry again in ... well, I think I can feel it already. That's why I left the board out, if not all the food. I'll make a nice thick one next time. And tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. And...