A Feast Fit For A T-Rex

Look on my sammiches, ye Mighty, and despair!

Today, I was hungry. Hungry enough to eat a bear. Perhaps even two bears. Something had to be done.

We happened to be going to the store anyway, because late night store runs are what we do. My best friend and I decided that we were going to make some sandwiches. Some chicken bacon ranch sandwiches. So we gathered the necessary ingredients and returned to our friends humble abode to begin construction.

First, my friend cooked up the pound and a quarter of chicken breasts that we had bought. Meanwhile, I prepared the loaf (yes loaf) of bread and fried up the pound of bacon. Once everything was cooked and prepared, we began the assembly process. Vast amounts of chicken. Enough strips of bacon to kill a horse. Piles of lettuce, plenty of ranch, and an entire tomato for my half (since my friend doesn't like tomatoes).

Allow me to show you my half of our masterpiece.



It was probably the best sammich I've ever eaten. It was also enormous. The picture doesn't give a real good sense of perspective, so allow me to help you out a bit. That plate is a full sized dinner plate. Check the hand at the bottom of the picture for scale. This sandwich was built out of an entire loaf bakery bread, and each half contains slightly more than an entire pound of meat. Stupendous!

I finished my entire half. It was more an act of willpower than of anything else, but I did it anyway, because a sammich that amazing shouldn't go to waste. My friend and I decided that we should make sammiches like that far more often, although not very often. As it stands, neither one of us expects to be hungry again anytime in the next three days.