Pink Sandwich Mga Nobela at Kwento

The cashier spoke, bringing Siberia out of her dreamland. "Yea, sorry, got carried away" "Yea I can tell by looking at the flush on your face" The lady gave a soft chuckle which made Siberia slightly embarrassed. "Two Tuna Sandwich with extra pickle and onions and vinegar with all sauces except Honey and mustard" "Okay, your order number is 109 and your bill 22,000 Won" Siberia grabbed at her side to open her bag, but felt nothing. She swiftly looked at her side and then down and around her. "Oh, my bag"

"Oh yes, he loves it. Said he wanted something to remind him of his childhood today." "He loves those chicken nuggets." Jock shakes his head but turns around and heads into the kitchen area, returning with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on two white pieces of bread tucked into a little Ziploc baggie just like mothers everywhere make their children in elementary school. "This is perfect. Thank you." I take the sandwich from Jock and return to the elevators eyeing the delicious treat. Except there's a problem. I was right when I said it was perfect. It's too perfect. Vincent doesn't deserve a sandwich of this high quality.

Who cares about how it looks, tastes all the same while going down anyway. Taking a pita I spread a layer of ranch over it. Next on half of the pita I layer the fowl, greens, and tomato slices. I decided to fold it in half like a taco. Proud of my work I hand one to Henry, one to Jean and taking the last one in my own hand. “Bon appetit” I said with a smile taking a big bite of my sandwich. Oh how I missed this flavor as it filled my mouth. I can’t help but moan with happiness as I eat. If we had some cheese this would be near perfect. To bad no one here makes cheese and Jeong said there wasn’t a territory that was willing to import it. Sad really, cheese is wonderful. I watch as both Henry

“But Dad said, ‘That’s not good enough for a Drake!’ and that was that.” The sandwich shop was part deli, part convenience store, part fruit stand. It's a local treasure, a mom-and-pop place that was still affordable and conveniently located near the marina. We buy a bag of grapes and chips to share as we wait for our sandwich orders to be ready, and then head over to the marina.

I grin and kiss him on the cheek. He leads me to the table and sits me down. I cannot stop grinning at him as he sits in his seat. I look at the center of the table and notice that there's a ceramic dome over a white dish. When he lifts it, I smile when I see my favorite thing in the world. Three twelve-inch barbeque chicken subs from the Grillway. And two of them have extra garlic aioli and pickles. I quickly swipe my sandwich and gobble it in satisfaction. During the time, he watches me with satisfaction rather than disgust.

The girl at another table, "Go for a Double cheeseburger. I love it." Elena nodded hurriedly to that girl and turned to me and listed out, "Double cheese burger, Bacon burger, Pork Tenderloin, Steak sandwich, Ham & Egg sandwich…" She paused and asked the girl beside our table and asked, "What sandwich would be good?" She said, "BBQ beef sandwich with grilled cheese and hotdog." Elena thanked her and added that sandwich to the list. "Is it over or still is there any left?" "It's enough for me."

She commented noticing all the men scattered around. I nodded, "Yes, they work for my dad." I walked closer to her, extending my hand, i handed her the sandwich, "Here." She looked at it then back at me, "What's this ?" "Peanut butter sandwich." I said. She narrowed her eyes at the sandwich, "Is there jam ? I hate jam." I shook my head with a smile, "No. I hate jam too." She broke into a smile as she took it from me, "Thank you." She said before she dove into it.

Hopefully he did not notice. “Voila, peanut butter and jelly”. I sniff it. “Smells like berries Em, try it”. I bite in and oh my… “this is amazing!”. The combination of the berry flavor with whatever peanut butter is, is to die for. “I’m glad you like it! It’s blackberry jam that my mom makes and jiffy peanut butter”. I tried to not eat it too quickly but I so desperately wanted another one. It is as if he read my mind and started making another one. Mor was doing spins in my mind, anxiously waiting for the next sandwich.

I waved his apology away. “I hope this makes up for my being unkind earlier,” he said after he was done with the sandwich. It was a mixture of cheese, fried egg and lettuce, and some other green vegetables.

I asked Kaitlyn as I tried maneuvering my car to a stop to look at what they were selling by the roadside. "Sandwiches, I guess. Pork sandwiches. Ew." "Pork?" My lips twitched. I had never tasted anything pork before but now I really wanted to. A sudden craving for pork appeared from nowhere and before I knew it, I was signaling to the boy to come over. "Is it fried or grilled?" "Fried, ma'am." "Okay, I'll take two." He quickly ran back to where his little roadside shop was and said something to the older man packaging the sandwiches.