Healthiest Subway Sandwich Novels & Stories

While I had nearly lost my father, he had already lost both his parents. I didn't know quite what to say, but luckily he had finished and was coming around to the table with his creation in hand. He looked incredibly pleased with himself and it made me smile. “Voila,” he said, presenting the most amazing sandwich I had ever seen. Thick french bread layered with turkey, bacon, avocados, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and some sort of creamy sauce awaited me. He sat down in the seat across from me, but waited for me to take the first bite. I carefully picked up the beautiful sandwich and tried it.

He locks eyes with me, smiling behind his cup. “Oh and I have a request for lunch. Dad brought me this amazing sandwich from a shop near the hospital. Brady told me the name, but I forgot already.” “Jackie’s. You need to try the Reuben. It’s the best thing on the menu.” He smiles at me warmly. “That’s where you’re wrong. The Philly is by far the best.” Mrs. Darla cuts in, Aunt Cammie nodding in agreement. “I haven’t been there in ages! I need to get David to take me sometime soon.”

Bridget laughed, “I appreciate that. I will lay down so you can do your thing.” I laughed as I walked away, with Sebastian following me. He asked, “So what is this special sauce that you put on the sandwiches?” I took a covered bowl out of the refrigerator and a spoon out of the drawer and told him, “Try this.” He took a small taste of it and smiled, “That is so good. What is it?” I replied, “It’s just my homemade chipotle sauce. It gives the sandwiches a little bite.” He smiled, “Food that bites back. I like it.” I laughed, “Apparently so does everyone else in this house.” I took out several loaves of French bread from the pantry and sliced them open. I went to the refrigerator and took out

As he says the words, he opens his own bag and takes out a sandwich and a salad. I recognize the logo for a place in town that makes the best meatball sub around. The rich, tangy scent as he unwraps the foil around his food leaves my mouth watering. How did he know I love their meatball subs? “Thank you,” I say, peeking in the bag. I take out the hot, foil-wrapped sandwich and salad. “I don't know what you like, so I hope that's okay.” Despite the gruff tone of his voice, I hear a splash of concern as if he’s worried he messed up.

I would not feel like this if he did not flirt shamelessly with me to begin with. I went to the kitchen and started making a sandwich, I stacked the layers with leftovers I found on the fridge: turkey, bacon, meatballs, onion rings, lettuce, tomatoes, ketchup and mustard, whatever I could get my hands on. I even considered adding chips for the chalk and ruled it out. I'm taking a bag of chips after this. When I was done, I took a step back and looked at my masterpiece. It resembled the Leaning Tower of Pisa. I looked at my five-layer sandwich when deciding where to start when Arosh followed me into the kitchen.

"Subway?" Catarina nodded. "I figured that something you can eat cold would be the best option." She wrinkled her nose. "And I can't imagine why but you like this stuff." Sebestian let himself smile. It wasn't wide but came out easily enough. "Thank you. You're a lifesaver." Was that comprehensible with the fatigue creeping in? With his best friend he didn't feel embarrassed about slurring. Jen snorted. It sounded suspiciously moist. "It's just stupid takeaway. I'd gladly do a thousand bigger favors when you're still alive."

I'd have to order a shitload of food there, and Ebony would know something was different. If we went to a sandwich shop, the food would fill me for a solid half an hour and I could order another one or two after my friend left. "How about Subway?" I checked. It wasn't the sub shop I'd worked at, but I didn't want to go back there. "Sure. That sounds great," she agreed. "What time?" "Half an hour?" She said she'd be there, and we both hung up. My mind spun as I drove down the dirt road I'd once walked.

I said as my body protested any sort of movement. “Need help?” She asked. But I shook my head. I looked at what she’d brought me to eat. It was some kind of big sub sandwich. It looked like pepperoni, tomatoes, peppers, and salami. There was a side of potato salad and a couple pickle spears. “Did you make this?” I asked her. “Lord no girl. My mom did. She sent it with Oliver when he stopped by the shop earlier.” She said. The food looked delicious. And to my surprised I crammed every bit of it down. Being the good nurse that she was, Bridge brought me my medicine. After that I was pretty much done for the day even though it was lunchtime.

I say patting him on his arm. When we get to class Zach is already in his seat, his face lights up all the way up when he sees Leo. They exchange a look and then we sit down. At lunch Zach brought enough food for the three of us to share. His mother made these bomb ham sandwiches we’re chomping down on like we’re animals. You would think ham sandwiches are basic but these ones are amazing. I can’t figure out if it’s the bread, the fillings she put in or the spread. Whatever it is it’s making this sandwich taste like magic.

Hera glanced at Sean, "It’s just a sandwich, but it looks really delicious. Thank you." The flight attendant nodded and then left. Sean sat across from Hera, "You’re right. For some reason, it’s really tasty. They used premium beef." Curious, Hera took a bite. Her eyes widened as she nodded, "You’re right. This is the best sandwich I’ve ever had. Thank you, Sean." Sean smiled at her, "You don’t need to thank me. I should be thanking you. You’ve shown me that even inexpensive food can be great. Thank you for introducing me to that."