The One About Blueberry Sandwiches

My wife picked up some buns at Superstore. If I haven't said it before, here it is again: I hate Superstore.

Yeah, there's a big selection, but their produce is usually old and wilting and --much to my dismay-- the bakery doesn't seem to clean their pans between recipes.

Now, I like myself a good sandwich. Get some cheese and mayo in there. Load it up with several types of meat. Luncheon meat, turkey breast, lyoner sausage. Heck, even bologna is good in a 'sammidge' like that!

But to taste blueberries... Eeeeuuuccchhhh!!

See, the buns were baked on the same pan as, I don't know: blueberry muffins. It was disgusting. There's only two ways to eat blueberries in this Hoser's world: fresh or frozen. Baked is gross. Baked in a meat sandwich... *cringe* After spitting out the blueberry chunk, I looked at the bun and saw there were a couple blueberries stuck to the bottom.

So, I checked the bag and, sure enough, a couple other buns had blueberries in 'em too. So, I took them back. They wanted to give me more buns, but I asked for my money back instead. I'll get my buns elsewhere --without blueberries!!

[kind of reminded me of a breakfast at one restaurant. I opted for a simple cinnamon bun and they 'heated' it on the grill with the eggs & everything. When I got it, all I could taste was salt. I haven't had a cinnamon bun since.]