One half of a chicken salad sandwich.
A cup of potato soup.
One small apple.
A cup of Pepsi.
From Panera.

I love how favorites come about. With some, it's love at first sight. Other favorites take some growing into.

I had just gotten out of class, and I was starving. None of my friends finished classes for another two hours. I was forced to eat by myself. So I stopped into Panera Bread--the least threatening dining establishment sans any company. It wasn't so bad. Then it was nice. Then it was good. Then it was just what I needed.

It's funny what a simple thing it is, this lunch, but it is something that I am proud to call a favorite.