This beast was an Italian sub I ordered at Camden Deli. It was $14 and included a small bag of chips and an even smaller pickle. But this sub ya’ll…
The bread was soft and fresh. The meat they somehow managed to stuff inside this thing was exquisite and generous. The tomatoes were bursting with vigor and the black olives were liberally sprinkled along with onions, salt and pepper and oil and vinegar. But what made this dog hunt was the outlandishly delicious red pepper and aioli relish. I washed it all down with a Snapple Peach Tea.
Got home Sunday afternoon and although I miss Maine, it was nice to be home again. There’s something special about walking back into your house after being away for six weeks. It takes a few hours to get reacquainted with the place. It seems so much bigger than it was when we left. But this is our house, no question about it. Everything in it is us. This place is the accumulated us after 41 years together. There’s a joyful familiarity to our homes, isn’t there? I walk in my house and am overcome with gratitude for it. No, it doesn’t have a lake. And the summer’s in Short Pump feel like hibachi night at a Turkish bathhouse. But our house is the place where we have built our lives. Coming back feels like a surprise you find inside a box of cereal when you weren’t expecting one. A delightful bonus.
But every day around lunch time for the next week or so, I’ll be thinking about the finest Italian Sub in Maine.
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