Shit. I hate it when this happens. I have lost track of what sandwiches I’ve shared with you and which ones I’ve yet to talk about. I’ve had a lot of sandwiches since we moved to Pennsylvania. I have no idea what it is about this state, but I’m pretty sure I’ve eaten just as many sandwiches in the three weeks we’ve been here as I ate my entire lifetime in Kansas City.
Okay. Maybe not lifetime. That’s probably exaggerating a bit.
— Wow. Exaggerating is spelled really weird! I expected it to have two R’s, not two G’s. Coming from a girl who won the spelling bee back in elementary school you can understand my shock and awe when I come across words that throw me for a loop. And if you don’t understand, well I don’t care. I’m still in amazement and you are missing out on the finer points in life. —
So, yeah, I’m probably not giving credit to all the sandwiches I ate before Brad Pitt moved me to the East Coast. But for some reason I’ve consumed a boat load of sandwiches since we arrived.
By now you are thinking: STFU and show me some sandwiches! Alright impatient ones. Here you go. My sandwich from Baked in Emmaus, Pennsylvania:
I had no idea that our teeny tiny sleepy borough could produce such a fantastic sandwich. This place rocks it like Davy Crockett! I love everything about it. The cozy factor, modern yet slightly farmhouse-like decor, the people who work there, the food, the way they serve water in mason jars …
Even their website is impressive. They managed to pack some big city style into our small town. Ahhhh. Life here is going to be a-okay.
Happy Sandwich Saturday!!!