Today I ate a chicken salad sandwich for lunch.
It made me realize how dull and homogenous all chicken salad sandwiches are. I eat them so rarely that, in my mind, they had suddenly become an exotic option to order off of the Potbelly menu. My disappointment was so complete that I decided that I would need to make my own chicken salad some day.
Some day, I vow to move beyond the simple chopped chicken, celery and mayonnaise and expand the horizons of ingredients in this pitiable sandwich substance. What I envision in my chicken salad, in addition to chopped chicken, celery and mayonnaise, is frozen mixed vegetables, snap peas, cilantro, black pepper and a limited amount of hot mustard, just to add the “what-the-hell-was-THAT?!” intrigue to this normally taste-numbing sandwich.
My mouth waters at the thought of this sandwich. Alas, I must slug through the rest of the day with the memory of my disappointing lunch.