Lunches
Lunch is the most important meal of the school day. A tasty meal makes the day seem so much easier to deal with compared to an empty stomach. Having said this, I probably don’t remember to either bring or make a lunch at least 3 days a week. It’s not that I don’t care about eating (in fact, eating is one of my favorite activities), I’m just extremely forgetful. But when I do remember to bring my lunches my friends at the lunch table are often, for lack of a better word, envious. They talk about how they can smell the sandwich through the plastic wrap with covetous looks in their eyes. The funny thing about this situation is that in my opinion, my sandwiches really aren’t anything special. My “secrets” to a good sandwich is extremely simple: I take a very large amount of meat, add a piece of either lettuce or pepper, and a sizable hunk of cheese. I guess maybe they aren’t accustomed to seeing so much stuff in one sandwich?
I feel like I may be taking my sandwiches for granted. There are people in various parts of the world who would be ecstatic to have even a simple sandwich of just a piece of bread and some meat, yet I don’t even consider my monstrous sandwiches as being noteworthy. Someone living in poverty could possibly view my large sandwiches as a symbol of America. As a first-world country with a population of over 300 million, America possesses a a gargantuan amount of food that would seem almost infinitely large to someone from a poor country where many people struggle just to get enough sustenance to make it through the day. They would see my sandwich, with its probably overstuffed quantities of food, as an example of how good (and delicious) it can be to live in America.
