Sandwiches

A fragment of a conversation with my aunt, some time ago (paraphrased due to the vagaries of memory):
Her: "So, what constitutes bachelor food?"
Me: "Sandwiches, usually?"
Her: "Ahh. Bologna and cheese and saving money?"
Me: "... pepper turkey and salami with Havarti and freshly diced kalamata olives."

I like sandwiches. Anything is a step up from the weeks of instant ramen endured in college, of course — a memory which haunts me to this day, and a food I will never eat again save in the direst of circumstances. (In wariness of which, to be fair, I am keeping a worried eye on the headlines.) But sandwiches are easy to eat while you're doing something else, and they're quick to clean up after, and even for one such as myself who cannot abide lettuce nor tomato they admit of sufficient variation not to be quickly tiring.

I particularly like fish sandwiches, although those pretty much violate the quick-to-clean-up-after part, unless you're using lox or somesuch.

... actually that sounds good. I should get some lox. And some more Havarti. Or possibly Fontina?

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(Edit 2009-02-03: added lost period.)