Cold peanut butter and jelly. Cold peanut butter and honey. For a brief, wonderful period, cold peanut butter and pickles.
Then came cold turkey, cold ham, cold roast beef.
Cold, cold, cold.
When I got to college, I discovered something called a “panini,” and it changed my world. They weren’t even very good paninis, but they were toasted and warm instead of cold and flimsy. It was then that I discovered the superiority of the toasted sandwich, and I vowed to never go back.
I now toast every sandwich. There isn’t a single sandwich I would prefer cold. Lunch meats, peanut butter and jelly, bacon and avocado…everything. I’m convinced the toasted sandwich is far superior to cold in every way.
I know this is simple pet please that may not resonate with everyone, but I wanted to mention it because I don’t want to take for granted the fact that toasted sandwiches are an option. It wasn’t always this way.
So today I toast to you, toasted sandwiches. Thank you for warming my soul and my belly.