When I was a kid, I used to hate sandwiches. My poor mom. Every morning, she'd go downstairs at the crack of dawn, and with the sound of flourescent lights buzzing overhead, she'd drink a cup of instant coffee and pack me (and my brother and sister) a non-sandwich lunch. That was back in the days of no internet, no Amazon, and no Walmart, so she'd have to come up with creative lunch ideas all on her own. Then she'd pack them in nothing but sandwich bags and thermoses in my super cool 1980's denim lunch bag. (Actually, I don't remember