Healthiest Subway Sandwich Novels & Stories

This was nothing like the peanut butter and jelly I usually get on white bread. Kate's eyes flared for a split second before her face eased into a neutral expression. She said nothing, and I was glad of that. I didn't want to explain that this lunch was as foreign to me as it was to her. I had to hold back a groan when I bit into it. My tongue was immediately filled with the taste of the thick, juicy beef, the sharp mustard, and the freshness of the vegetables. It was, hands down, the best thing I had eaten in weeks. I chewed, attempting to ignore the fact that this was something I could never afford on a typical day. How one little sandwich represented everything that had changed in my life

And what Gentle did when he met Airburst's most prominent figure was. "Tuna, crab sticks, and corn stuff, two layers each, non-microwave," giving him a six-layer sandwich. "Eating it cold is the best." Henydius accepted the substantial sandwich package that fit snugly in his hand. ### Yu exited the stadium's restroom and returned to her seat. As she settled in, she suddenly remembered that the person behind her had changed. "Don't turn around." A familiar voice spoke just as he realized that Yu was about to turn around.

There was no drip of peanut butter, so I raised my head. “That! What is that?” Millicent said disgustedly, pointing at my sandwich. “Oh!” I swallowed before I answered. “Is this your first time to see a lifeless sandwich?” I chuckled, biting the bread again. “I told you to order for four,” Callahan muttered, watching me eat. Him watching me, make my ‘lifeless sandwich’ looked more taste-tempting than the Subway club sandwich I ordered. “I did,” I said, licking my lips. “I gave it to Rudy.”

“Come on, Christiana. You must be starving. Why don’t I take you out for lunch?” I opened my mouth to refuse, but before I could, he pressed on, his voice lowering into something warm, intimate. “I remember,” he said, tilting his head. “You used to love sandwiches. Do you still? Because I know where they sell the best ones in the city.” The memory hit me like a cold wave. Sandwiches. He wasn’t lying. Back in university, I had told him once in passing that sandwiches were my favorite. They were cheap, quick, comforting. A throwaway comment at the time, one I never thought would matter.

"Is this your first time trying it?" Puzzled, Sam didn't respond. "Is it bacon or tuna mayo?" "Huh?" Sam still didn't understand. Paul explained, "I prefer ham sandwiches. Her grilled cheese sandwich is quite good too." The smile on Sam's face faded, and he pursed his lips into a thin line. His glee disappeared instantly.

She ordered a couple long items and told him that they were sub sandwiches. “Eat it slowly as we walk around the store. I don’t trust you to not eat things in the supermarket as we go. I’ve seen your appetite.” He had finished the chips and took the first sandwich and smelled it. Smell good, smelled like turkey and other things. At least what he thought was turkey with other smells in it. He opened it and ate it as slow as he could seeing she was holding the other and he watched her. How she moved taking note of it. Sizing her up a bit but why he wasn’t sure. Wasn’t like he thought she was going to do something at the moment. This thing was really good by the way. Whatever this sub sandwich

I hadn’t told him I didn’t eat. I hadn’t even realized I hadn’t eaten. But he knew. He noticed. He cared. My throat burned. I pulled the sandwich out with shaking fingers. Unwrapped it slowly. Soft multigrain bread. Sliced boiled egg. A touch of mayo. Some fresh lettuce. Simple. Nourishing. Gentle. Not greasy takeout. Not some careless snack. Something… chosen. Something that said: I know you’re fragile tonight. I took a bite. And I don’t know what hit harder—the taste or the tears.

But she didn’t have to eat to feel that way though, I felt like throwing up this morning too at my situation with Damian-I didn’t even want to be saying his name anymore. “Jen, are you okay? what’s-are you sick?” I asked, my voice was shaky. She pulled her mouth away from the toilet and wiped it with the back of her hand. “Can’t remember the last time I was sick, I did have a leftover subway sandwich for breakfast though” she mumbled, “Rosco’s subway? His sandwiches are still good even if it’s a leftover…” Rosco’s subway was a sandwich restaurant Jenny and I always went to for breakfast, most of our morning in college.

“You want one?” Kissing her cheek, he smiled at her before turning and looking at the sandwich. There needed to be a different word for this … monstrosity. Rye bread with mayonnaise and mustard. Three types of cheeses. Five types of deli sliced meat. Romaine and iceberg lettuce. Sliced tomato, pickles, cucumbers, bell peppers, banana peppers and black olives. “Yeah.” He answered with a soft chuckle. She gave a small laugh as she finished her sandwich and pushed the plate away before grabbing another paper plate leftover from the party. “Coop? You want one?”

I asked him skeptically, to which he just smirked and motioned for me to eat my food. I took a bite of the sandwich first and felt a moan escape my lips. Maybe it was because I was so damn hungry, but it felt like the best sandwich I’ve ever had. He’d used simple ingredients in it. Bread, butter, tomato, lettuce, onions and cheese, but together they tasked heavenly. So did the bacon and eggs.