It was one of the best sandwiches I had ever made. Each piece, from the mouth-watering meat to the warm poppy seed bread, was perfect. It dripped flavor. It begged to be devoured. The time to enjoy had arrived. As I sat down, with my masterpiece placed before me, a horrid sulfuric smell burnt my nostrils and soured my taste buds. My two year old was standing next to me … Continue reading →