peanut butter sandwiches

QotD: How would you like to be remembered?
Submitted by Paulha66.

In my idealized version of my life, in which I am organized, prepared, and generous, there would always be a spare peanut butter sandwich on hand to give to the next panhandler.  I make a practice of giving people who ask for money whatever food I might have with me at the time – restaurant leftovers, the daily apple I sometimes forget to eat, a Clif bar.  Yesterday I gave the guy with the “anything helps” sign just up the hill from the Paramount two-thirds of a large bar of 70% cacao chocolate that was riding around in my backpack.  That felt like a real sacrifice, until I thought about it for five seconds.

One of my art teachers told a story of a young artist who distinguished himself among the gallery owners by always enclosing a peanut butter sandwich in the package with his slides.  The story might be an urban art school legend, but I was captivated by the idea of being known for peanut butter sandwiches.

On a typical day, I don’t usually have my act together enough to pack even my own lunch.  I’ve decided to make the spare peanut butter sandwich a summer project though, starting next week.