Sequestration Meal #22

A while ago, I told you a story about a former boss giving me $10 and ordering me to go take an hour and eat at a sandwich place down the road. There, I ate my first meatball sandwich, and because it was my first meatball sandwich, I asked the person making it for recommendations for toppings and condiments. I now know most people just have meatballs, tomato sauce, and cheese, but he suggested mayo, black olives, and sliced tomato, too, and so I had what he suggested. I loved it, and that's been my preferred way to eat a meatball sandwich ever since.

On a rough day, when everything seemed especially terrible, I pulled a French roll I'd baked a little while ago out of the freezer, and when it was thawed I made an approximation of that sandwich (vegan, now, of course). I didn't have any fresh tomatoes to slice, but I did have the meatballs, marinara, Vegenaise, olives, and some non-dairy smoked mozzarella shreds. I popped it in my toaster oven to get a bit melty and wouldn't you know? Something about the flavor memory calmed me down, soothed my soul, and put me in a much better mental state. So yes, it seems weird, maybe, but it was what I needed, and I'm glad I had it.