It’s close to noon. I haven’t eaten. I’m the sort of neglegent person who rarely eats breakfast. It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that it takes three or four hours after I wake up for my stomach to wake up, too. I’m just not hungry. If there aren’t evil donuts or pastries laying around to tempt me, I don’t eat.
Now I’m hungry. I make my favorite sandwich: Dense, cake-y whole grain bread, light mayo, slices of ripe red tomato with a generous shake of sea salt, and two thin slices of provolone. Simple. Tastes like heaven.