Notice the extreme seriousness of my face in the lead photo of this article.
But dearest readers, I ask you: How can you NOT be saddened, thinking of all the ham sandwiches in history that have been burned by toasters?
How can you NOT sniffle, remembering that veggie panini scorched by your Mickey-Mouse-shaped grill that went rogue last summer?
How can a single tear NOT roll down your cheek, recalling that day you put a hoagie in the oven to warm, then went to change your laundry and forgot about your sadly sizzling sandwich?
Sandwich Fire Rescue, we salute you for your heroic efforts to save our subs!
But while some sandwiches are tragic victims, others are evil incarnate. (Cow tongue sandwich, we’re talking to you.)
It is in those moments of culinary horror that we depend on the good men and women of the Sandwich Police.
“HALT!” you can envision these brave law enforcers bellowing as they kick down your door. “Take that 7-11 hot dog OUT of your mouth NOW!”
Ooh, Sandwich, Massachusetts… Thank you for the gales of laughter you brought to this gal and her fiance (and a random but cute blue stuffed bear) on our weekend jaunt to the Cape!