I should have known better.

I should have known better. I was in a bookshop cafe and getting a drink and as it was about lunchtime, I eyed the sandwiches in the chill cabinet. (Note to self – a chill cabinet should tell you the products it contains are likely to be cold) It was a brown granary bread and there were various fillings, but I was drawn to the the chickpea and something sandwich with a few leaves showing. There was a short queue and the sandwich took advantage of this and began calling me, promising great things. I weakened and put it on my tray.

Coffee bought and paid for, and the sandwich I found a seat. The coffee was as ever very good, not just strong but with plenty of flavour.  The sandwich was limp… and very cold. Well, of course it was, it had been wrapped and in a cold place, it was bound to be a bit damp and a bit chilly (no chilli, that would have livened it up a bit.) It tasted… well, it tasted of nothing. Whatever the orange smeary stuff – red pepper hummus? Red pesto? Purée?  – I could detect no flavour at all, it was just cold, damp, and granular.  It wasn’t stale, it wasn’t horrible, it was just heading towards being soggy and might as well have been filled with minced newspaper.

I should have known better, I should have bought one of the cakes made by a local person, which I’ve had before and are very nice. I should have waited until I got home and made a sandwich with home-made bread, or had biscuits and cheese, or had hummus, or not had a sandwich at all but had some soup. I’ll make a proper lunch tomorrow.

My featured image is of a sandwich from a while ago which was very nice – a brown bap with roast pork and fried onions, and opposite was a cheese and salad sandwich with plenty of filling..