My book club nearly came to blows over a character's sandwich choice
We were discussing a novel set in 1990s Seattle, and someone said the main character ordering a tuna melt at the diner was a sign of moral weakness. This sparked a 20 minute argument about food symbolism that got so heated our host had to pause for more wine. I realized we were all just projecting our own weird lunch habits onto fictional people. Has your group ever fixated on a tiny detail like that?
What about the sandwiches that are part of a memory? Like, the exact kind of peanut butter and jelly your mom made when you were home sick from school. That sandwich isn't just food, it's comfort. Or the weird gas station sub you shared with a friend on a road trip. The taste gets tied to the whole feeling of that day. A sandwich can be a whole story on a plate.