Just Because It's a Sandwich Doesn't Mean It Can't Be Fabulous

Ok, so the truth be told, I started a new job this week and, as expected, I do not have enough time at the end of the work day to prepare a dinner to my usual standards.  Though my attempts earlier in the week have been fairly respectable, I have been up too late doing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen.  Therefore, since last night was Survivor night and I did not want a sink full of dirty pots and pans to deal with, I took the wussy way out and fixed a sandwich for dinner.  That does not mean, however, that I took two ugly pieces of standard white bread and slapped a piece of bologna down with a squirt of hot dog mustard as a condiment.  I at least stopped at the supermarket and purchased a loaf of lovely peasant bread along with some fresh assorted deli meats including smokehouse ham, oven roasted turkey, Genoa salami and provolone cheese.  The key to the perfect crispy lettuce topping is to shred very thinly with a sharp knife, then top it with ripe tomato and some thin rounds of onion.  A little mayonnaise on both slices of bread, a sprinkle of oregano and a drizzle of olive oil and red wine vinegar and I was almost feeling pretty good about my lazy Wednesday night dinner.  I promise I won't make it a habit though.