Shamewiches

Last Thursday was a rather inauspicious day for sandwiches. We started the day at the crack of dawn, driving up to the Gunflint Lodge to spend a couple days of R&R with our friends Ben and Amy. We started way too early to eat breakfast (at least for me) which is how we ended up stopping at a Burger King (yuck) in Hinckley (double yuck) and eating a ham and egg biscuit (YUUUUUUUCK!!!!).
We continued on with that gut bomb in my tummy, my unfortunate choice for sandwich #50.
We stopped in Grand Marais for lunch before we turned up the Gunflint Trail. We went to My Sister's Place which we usually like. I had a mediocre cheeseburger on a cold bun, pressed preformed patty, not quite melted cheese. Ugh. I realize now that we have always stopped at this place after we've been in the woods camping or skiing and anything tastes good. I'm sure I'll be back there some day--remind me to skip the burger!
There it is--shamewiches. Empty greasy calories you wish you had never eaten. Not like the empty greasy delicious calories I usually like to devote myself to.