A sandwich of Easter basket grass
resurrection every mouthful
Toasted Armenian bread boxing a gift of vegetables and feta nestled within Easter basket grasses of shredded iceberg lettuce — bodily resurrection guaranteed with every bite.
Spirit dipped in new jelly bean hues, breaking out of its shell into Something sweeter, hunger for joyous warmth assuaged, gratitude digesting.
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2021
It’s Lent, but obviously I must be looking forward to Easter.
When Rochelle Silva tagged me to write about my favorite sandwich, I knew instantly I’d write about this amazing vegetarian sandwich from a local Armenian deli here in LA.
My soul soars as I devour that sucker! Spiritual joy never tasted so staggeringly good. I am resurrected. What also shocked me was looking up the ‘meaning’ of shredded lettuce — how it’s a ‘sign’ I’ll survive a personal crisis with the help of friends. Yikes is that spot on.
And, now, at 10 a.m., my stomach is resurrecting. It’s growling like Fierce Bella the dog across the street when she spots Leo the purse dog.
Here’s Rochelle’s prompt, if you’d like to share your favorite sandwich as well:
Thank you, Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她), for the home for my tribute. Thank you, dearest readers. Your luscious, yummy presence feeds me daily.
