I know I wasn't supposed to do it, but I have no willpower and I've been thinking about it for weeks. I was powerless to the call.
That beauty, in case you're unfamiliar with it, is the #4 with "everything on it" from the Sub Shop on California Avenue in West Seattle. It's like a little bit of heaven wrapped up snug in white butcher paper, and today all the listeria and nitrates in the world couldn't stop me from inhaling it practically whole.
So, if in two to thirty days I develop nausea, dizziness, a stiff neck, or a whole gamut of other symptoms, we can safely assume that there's a chance my moment of turkey sandwich bliss wasn't worth it. But at least for today, I maintain that it most certainly was.