Emma graciously invited me over to scam her Internet for blogging purposes. Alas, I’ve squandered this opportunity and now it’s late, she’s kicking me out, and I have zero blog to show for the last two hours. So in the few minutes before Emma really truly kicks me out, I am determined to pound something out on the keyboard.
On a road trip few years back, I fell in love with gas station egg salad sandwiches. It’s weird, I know, but something about that rubbery egg texture and squishy white bread really speaks to me.
Gas station egg salad sandwiches are strictly a road trip food, but when I’m road tripping, I spare no expense. Egg salad sandwiches for all! Unfortunately for me, egg salad sandwiches are a hard commodity to come by on the road up to Glacier.
Sam and I weren’t going to stand for that though. As a result, we stopped at four separate gas stations and also, in a moment of weakness, a grocery story.
Despite refusing to eat an egg salad sandwich, Sam was supportive of my quest and made me buy two when we finally found some. They were both delicious.
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