the quest for the perfect vegetable wrap, part I
About a month back (or perhaps a little more close to present than that), for some inexplicable reason, I desired a vegetable wrap (heretofore referred to by its layman’s term “veggie wrap.”) Not just any wrap. And absolutely incredible one. One I knew I’d had somewhere before but had forgotten where. It’s probably a good thing I’ve started noting particularly fantastic cuisine when I travel.
Why exactly a vegetable wrap is also unclear. I am not a vegetarian. But this most definitely did not involve meat.
For as long as it takes, pocket universe will be documenting this increasingly desperate attempt to re-discover what was once known. These accounts are fairly chronological, with anywhere from one to eight days between ventures.
BASIC INGREDIENTS:
- assorted vegetables (but definitely involving spinach)
- a tortilla.wrap (probably that spinach or sun-dried tomato variety.)
- provolone cheese
- some spread that was most likely basil pesto mayonnaise (plain mayonnaise will substitute just fine for the purpose of this quest)
- additional seasonings may or may not have included oregano, olive oil, ground black pepper
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PART I: Subway
+ There is a Subway situated in the law school right across from the main auditorium of the music school, or home. (I’d like to point out that by some miracle, I have not made a single typo up to this point in this post. I almost feel credible. Moving on…) In the past, I have paid, literally, many visits to this little station mostly because it’s open until midnight, which is later than all but two other places on campus to grab that dinner I forgot to eat again.
I recalled they had wraps, and their possession of vegetables is as common knowledge as Harry Potter. So by the super-powers of deduction granted upon me by grade-school education, as this memory of The Best Vegetable Wrap Ever strikes, I go.
The lady behind the counter pluckily informs that they haven’t had wraps “…in a while! But we have the flatbread!” (Hey – flatbread’s a typo, Google Chrome?) In her defense, I had never ordered a wrap from this particular Subway before. She was just the messenger, and though dejected in my mild hunger, I surrendered and conceded to her enthusiasm. I haven’t checked any off-campus Subways – The idea has never truly occurred ever since discovering there’s one right at home. – but my faith was about as toasted as the flatbread vegetable sandwich gnawed to bits that night anyway.
November 16 2009 12:02 pm | food and travels