When I was growing up, I had this thing with my mom where she would wake up around midnight, wake me up, sneak in the kitchen and eat a sandwich. This was undoubtedly quite unhealthy, since she had a weakness for fat-sandwiches… No, I don’t mean ‘sandwiches that are fattening’, I mean literally bread with fat and salt on it. If you have good fat, like duck fat, this can be quite delicious. In any case, I shed the habit many years ago. Last week however I was working late and got hungry and I know my mom would approve; I went and made a sandwich. Thanks mom for all the fun midnight sandwiches and good chats.
