Operation Panini

A week and a half ago, I embarked on a mission that I never imagined would be as frustrating or strenuous as it was. I had a hunger pain that drove me to a deep desire for a panini sandwich. Now, if I were in my apartment this would have been a simple endeavour... but I'm in Ohio and when your not in your everyday environment you don't always mold as quickly your wants to your environment.



And so... for your enjoyment... this is the woes of my mission to make a sandwich.



Wednesday... decided that a panini sandwich would be great to make. My parents had never had one and I thought for certain it would be a great idea to share the panini adventure with them. However, there was a problem. We lacked a foreman grill (or likewise grill), turkey and spicy brown mustard.



Thursday... I convinced mom that she needed a foreman grill (or likewise grill) to make their lives easier (which is true). So she purchased one.



Friday... I was on my way home late at night, hungry... thinking that this would be the perfect night to make the Panini sandwich. So I stopped at a drive through store (yes, we do have those) and unfortunately the majority of the products for sale were alcohol and tobacco with NO turkey in sight. So I purchased a tea because I was getting a weird vibe from the lady. Regardless, I was thirsty so it didn't really matter. I left that fantastic establishment to travel a little further down the road to a corner store that I'd never been to before. I went in thinking, "hey they might have some turkey." As soon as I breached the doorway I knew it was a bad idea. There was a very intoxicated owner manning the store. As soon as I walked in he greeted me although I question if he could physically see me or not. I told him that I was looking for some turkey. He took himself over to a very dirty refrigerator and bent over routing around mumbling to himself. Then said, "ain't got no turkey but I'll give you a good deal on steaks. You want some steaks." I said no as kindly as possible thinking of ways to leave the store without losing my salvation. So I purchased a small Gatorade and left the store. He kindly told me that if I came back later he'd go get me some turkey. After my two failures for the night I decided that it must not be the night for this fabulous sandwich to pierce my lips. And so, I went to my parents house.



Saturday... Mom and I went to the Walmart late at night and purchased turkey. On the way out of the store a cat who looked very hungry was in the parking lot. So, me being the super animal lover threw it a couple slices of my cherished meat. When I got home, I was too exhausted to cook or even make the sandwich. So I went to bed.



Sunday, I went to church with visions of panini rolling in my head. After leaving church, I got home and the electricity went out because hurricane Ike caught a cold front on the way through and decided to hit Ohio. With no electric then the grill doesn't work. And so, with disappointment the day ended without the glorious panini.



Monday. No electric



Tuesday, the electric was still off causing everyone to have to empty their refrigerators into the trash. And therefore, I reluctantly threw the turkey into the trash. Knowing that the cat in the parking lot ate more of it than I did made me shake my head. At 8pm the electric was restored.



Wednesday... there was no stores around with any cold products because they too had to empty their refrigerators.



Thursday... I went to the store and purchased turkey. Drove straight home and made the Panini sandwich.



Truth be told, I don't enjoy Panini sandwiches enough to go through this much effort for them. However, when I bit into this sandwich the only word going through my mind was...

VICTORY!!!! Ha ha ha!!!