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I tend to vary depending on the menu, so a bit like Martian, but I do get tired of sandwiches. All that bread, you feel stuffed after a few bites. I don't know, I guess I ate one too many bad sandwiches. Especially in Spain...they have horrible hard bread.
I do like my aunt's tea party mini-sandwiches though. She makes curried mince ones, and also asparagus and mayonnaise. They are great.
I also like the english bacon sarnie, or sometimes salmon and cream cheese. Other than that, the portuguese "prego do lombo no pćo" is a standard (sirloin steak fried in garlic in a roll dipped in the pan juices - literal translation is "sirloin nail in a roll"). Makes a good meal!
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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