Is more than a little messy. The tomato fell out. The cheese slid dangerously close to the edge. The pickles fell out. The lettuce came out in clumps. But it was good.
I only ate half, thinking it was about 1200 calories, and checking just now, it is 956. That’s more than the new Burger King breakfast sandwich, but I haven’t eaten much all day.
A forgotten spill, oily tracks all over the floor. Out comes the Swiffer. Now the enduring of the chemical-fresh aroma. It’s not as bad as a dropped mayonnaise jar, then there’s the broken glass mixed with the goo. The worst was the broken thermometer, chasing mercury around in the days before we knew mercury was not to be chased around.
Living in the Bay Area has been like living in a cloud lately, but perhaps not quite as organized as this one.