The “Is it a sandwich” debate is fun and has its place, but that place isn’t here today, if it’s a sandwich to you it’s fair game to talk about it here.
Sandwiches come in all shapes and sizes and can rise (or lower) to any occasion. From a cucumber sandwich at a high society tea to a choke sandwich tossed to yours truly in the drunk tank, having had both of those I can tell you neither is a sandwich I would ever ask for or voluntarily eat. The two consistent sandwiches I’ve eaten as far back as I can remember are the simple cheese sandwich and the classic peanut butter and jelly on white bread.
These days I’m far more adventurous but for me if you put it between two starch plains (4:08) I’m calling it a sandwich. I’ve made sandwiches out of leftover lasagna (talk about carbo-loading), and made a frittata with the sole intent of using it for sandwiches later in the week. And really who needs a top, open-face sandwiches are really good too! I guess there are far too many options for me to pick one as a favorite and the few I’ve mentioned here just scratch the surface.
Avocados, show me your sandwiches!