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So, writers crave reubens and grilled cheese, while Paddington lives for marmalade (never mind that a sandwich stored under his hat for weeks could be misshapen, soggy and covered with fur).
Harriet the Spy favored tomato sandwiches, Wimpy scrounged hamburgers, and of course, Elvis noshed on peanut butter, banana and bacon.
"Too few people really understand a good sandwich." ~ James Beard
Well of course.
If you ask a bunch of writers what their favorite sandwiches are, they’re not going to be satisfied with simple answers like "ham and cheese" or "tomato."
No, they will pause a moment, conjure up a recent reubenesque rendezvous, then proceed to give you all the living, breathing details. Writers thrive on sensuality. It’s in the genes like genoa salami. And there are always conditions, little things that spell the difference between ho-hum and heavenly. Writers are, if nothing else, specific.
When I took "orders" for sandwiches last week, I was reminded of the restaurant scenes in "When Harry Met Sally." Reading everyone’s preferences was a delicious meal in itself — types of bread, cheeses, meats, veggies, spreads and condiments had me salivating all afternoon and craving a good dilly dally with a dagwood.
August is National Sandwich Month, and I’m dying to know if there is any one particular kind of sandwich writers, poets, illustrators, and/or book bloggers prefer.
Please share your faves in the comments, and I’ll post the results next week. I want a list as big as this dagwood ☺.
Thanks! ♥
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