There is, friends, a great and a glorious thing that exists among us. Humble, unassuming, taken daily for granted, but beautiful beyond reason. The very face of God staring at you from your Royal Doulton dinnerware.
The sandwich, man. Can’t. Go. Wrong. What, I ask could be better at being a meal in your hand? The Sandwich. Splendid, mighty, piquant.
If you can’t grasp the lofty concepts I’m tossing about like so much baby spinach, allow me to break it down for you.
Sandwiches are one of the better things that exist in the world.
They save my life and they do this by being totally awesome and also edible. I suspect that there may be some who are still unconvinced of the vast and boundless magnificence of the sandy, and for those, I will now drop some knowledge.
Why sandwiches kick other things asses:
1. It’s everything you need, and it’s all together in bread, that’s why.
2. It’s the food of the working class. No piss-farting around with knives and forks and all the other bullshit the bourgeois wants us to think is necessary and impressive. You just pick it up and you jam that sucker in your face.
3. The sandwich is the single most impressive invention of the modern age. What’s that? Penicillin? Oh, oh, the printing press?
You can put anything you want between two slices of bread and eat it for your lunch.
Penicillin ain’t got nuthin on the sandwich babe. It’s true. My favourite’s are: “magic dust” aka white, marg and spinkles. and “tropical”: avacado, tomato, cream cheese & mango on multigrain. yep. *s*
Oh my gosh the tropical sounds incredible. I thank you.