I really could go on, but I'm feeling pretty pathetic remembering all the special sandwiches I've had. Oh god, there was also the year long love affair with Subway roast beef sandwiches with green peppers and pickles. I'm done. After this one:
I believe my love of sandwiches started in the most humble of circumstances. My Mother, god bless her, was and still is a "don't talk to me until I have my coffee" kind of morning person. She NEEDS that hour between her waking up and the rest of the household coming to life. She was the type that if my brother and I were waking up at 6, she would set her alarm for 5.
She is also very organized. She knew the steps that needed to be taken between us waking up and us getting out to school. Breakfast first. For our entire childhood we would wake up to her shouting "Breakfast is ready!", not a nudge or anything else would rouse us out of bed.
And what was this breakfast that I so fondly remember? It was affectionately known as Burnt Toast. White bread with cheese whiz smeared on top and then put under the broiler until the fake cheese bubbled and turned black. Cut in half, the cheese would ooze out and you could dip your crusts in that and feel pretty satisfied. This breakfast of ours was the definition of a food jag, and now that I have kids of my own I feel REALLY sorry that we made my Mom make this so often. I'm sure she wished that we were really into Muesli, but yuck.
I wrote all of this just to say, if you're craving a sandwich, have I got a good one for you!