It’s National Sandwich Day! To celebrate, Jagosaurus and I are announcing the fourth Sandwich Party!

Sandwich Party IV will take place from Friday, November 27th, to Sunday, November 30th. If you’ve participated before, you know the drill. If you’re new to the Sandwich Party, you can catch up by browsing the Sandwich Party archives here at Macbebekin or at Hillbilly, Please.

To sum up: you eat a sandwich, post a description, recipe, photo, or other sandwichery on your website, your blog, or Flickr, and send us a link to your post. Jag and I will post updates through the weekend. It’s a Sandwich Party!

For inspiration and appetizing ideas, you might check out Chow’s gorgeous sandwich gallery. For geekier sandwich viewing, head to Scanwiches to see glorious full-color cross-section scans of sandwiches of all descriptions.

More sandwich love from my fellow nerds: xkcd shows how to override a companion’s resistance to making you a sandwich, and unwittingly inspired Bre Pettis and Adam Cecchetti to make a sandwich robot prototype.

Jamie Katz tracks down some of Chicago’s great underground sandwiches, including the Freddy, the mother-in-law, the big baby, and the humdinger.

If you’re thinking that some of the Chicago delicacies Katz decribes hardly qualify as a sandwiches, you’re in good company. Allow me to refer you to one legal definition. To sum it up: according to Worcester Superior Court Judge Jeffrey A. Locke, a burrito is not a sandwich.

[chef and former USDA official Chris] Schlesinger explained that a sandwich is of “European roots” and generally recognized as “two pieces of leavened bread,” while a burrito is “specific to Mexico” and typically contains hot ingredients rolled into a flat unleavened tortilla.
Judith A. Quick, who previously worked as a deputy director of the Standards and Labeling Division at the US Department of Agriculture, said in her affidavit: “The USDA views a sandwich as a separate and distinct food product from a burrito or taco.”

If you decide to push the limits of sandwichery, though, you’ll find me more tolerant than Judge Locke. That may soothe you if you desire to submit to the greasy embrace of the KFC Double Down, a would-be sandwich that replaces the bun with two pieces of fried chicken. I won’t judge you — by most accounts, the Double Down is punishment enough. Judging from the account of the AV Club’s Nathan Rabin, the Double Down is a grievious insult to the body masquerading as a sandwich:

I wanted to quit after a few bites but I soldiered on, ignoring my increasingly intense stomach pain. The Double Down did to my gastrointestinal system what Sherman did to the South, leaving a scorched-earth trail of destruction in its wake. After the initial flavor burst of herbs and spices faded, I was left with a series of stomach-turning pairings, the most horrifying being really bad pepper-jack cheese—school-lunch cheap and school-lunch nasty—and odious bacon.

Whatever sandwich you choose, I hope you’ll join us at Sandwich Party IV!

Sandwich Party III, part 2: Rise of the Machines

IMAG1630.JPGSandwich Party III: Rise of the Machines
To close out the weekend, we had a the anti-sandwich: a deconstructed Mediterranean sandwich platter. Making it, I exposed my reliance upon…
the machines.
They lurk around us, ushered into our homes in bursts of consumerist glee. They tend to our needs and cater to our whims. They surround us, for better or worse.
We rely upon their silent obedience. We rely upon the machines.
Take, for example, our deconstructed sandwich platter. It includes:
– hummus, made in the immersion blender attachment
– baba ghanoush, blended in the food processor
– not pictured: homemade focaccia, kneaded in the food processor.
Scattered in with these abominations of the machine age are olives, roasted red pepper, caramelized onions, crusty rolls, and a heap of oven fries. All these accoutrements, of course, were inventoried and priced and rung up on machines too numerous to count, fetched to our home in a car, roasted or caramelized or chilled or warmed. It boggles the mind.
The machines outnumber us by… I dunno, like, a lot.
Sweet dreams!

Sandwich Party III: Escape from the Sandwich of the Apes

grilledfluffernutter.JPG A grilled Fluffernutter for breakfast. Oh, sweet mercy.

It’s time for Sandwich Party III: Escape from the Sandwich of the Apes! All weekend long, Jagosaurus and I will be posting updates as Sandwich Party participants post photos, stories, or recipes on their own blogs, on Flickr, or elsewhere online. If you have a sandwich to add to the Sandwich Party, leave a link to it in the comments here or at Jag’s! The more, the merrier!

Above, you’ll see my breakfast. It’s a New England childhood staple, the Fluffernutter: peanut butter and marshmallow Fluff smeared on bread and clapped together into one sticky pile. In my case, that’s our household’s usual all-natural crunchy-hippie peanut butter besmirched with a pile of purchased-for-the-occasion Fluff (oh yes, my pretties, it’s a real product, one that people oh-my-god buy) on whole wheat-oatmeal bread.

As I slapped the two pieces of bread together, I flinched in fear, but amazingly enough, mixing pure junk-food substance Fluff with wholesome PB and wheat bread did not rip a hole in the space-time continuum. Heartened by this success, I decided to go One Step Beyond: I popped the whole thing into our recently acquired sandwich press and grilled it.

Report: meh. There’s a reason this sandwich is a childhood delight, usually not enjoyed past puberty. Its flavor is bland and sweet, with no edge or spark. Happily the heat did not, as expected, transform the Fluff into a solid wedge of lava-hot, larynx-endangering glue-food. I ate the whole thing, yet retained my throat lining!

Next up is Simon, with his Belgian baguette bonanza:

Filling number one: “Américain” is a variation on steak tartare (raw meat, raw eggs, worcester sauce, etc. […] For the other half of my baguette I went with an old favourite: brie. A version I’ve had in Brussels sandwich shops has it drizzled with Belgian sirop de Liège, but I didn’t have any of that at home, so I improvised by adding slices of apple and in fact the sharpness and acidity of the apple contrasted well with the creaminess of the brie. A sprinkling of walnut on top added crunch. A very successful sandwich, I feel.

Jagosaurus made a multiple-meat sandwich on rye:

Rye bread
Swiss cheese
Hot as hell “Sweet” onion

Andrea made a peanut-butter-pancake sandwich:

– 2 leftover homemade buttermilk pancakes, cold from the fridge (I cannot vouch for the tastiness of this sandwich if you choose to use Bisquick or some such nonsense).
– Creamy peanut butter

Macbebekin’s Elli made a high-class ice cream sandwich:

My entry for Sandwich Party III. Okay, I confess, I didn’t eat the whole thing. I tossed the biscotti after taking the picture because they had wheat and I’m gluten-free (correct, I produce no gluten, nor do I consume it). However, I did make the ice cream by hand in the freezer overnight (just cream, milk, sugar and vanilla) so even though I cheated, I feel my efforts make up for it, or at least make for a pretty picture.

In the comments of this very entry, T.R. defies all sandwich-making convention and makes the ridiculously delicious-sounding Pizza Sandwich For Adventure:

My sandwich is great but pretty boring, so for adventure, I put two pieces of left over pizza together and it was heaven. All that garlic, cheese, spinach and artichoke hearts–divine (-:

Gourdshaped gives us a two-fer! He made a tuna melt 1-2-3-DAMMIT for his husband:

Some days, when it’s successful, it’s a tuna melt – tuna, diced onion and mayo, with sliced tomato and shredded cheese (because the crunchy, burny bits are the best part), all buttered up on sourdough bread and fried in a pan. Today, though, I’ve dubbed it the “1-2-3-DAMMIT”, which I said aloud today whilst trying to flip it in the pan.

and a tomato bruschetta tartine sammich for himself:

Just a simple section of toasted baguette (oh la la! and marked to sell at the grocer’s shoppe) topped with olive oil, minced garlic, tomato, onion, and those little dots are basil, salt and pepper, and not wood ticks.

My brother and his Polish Bride photographed (despite potential family strife) Polish Breakfast Sandwich:

Me: I am going to have to take a picture of this sandwich.
Polish bride: That is going to cause a huge problem.
Me: But it’s THE SANDWICH PARTY this weekend!
PB: You don’t understand what a huge problem this is going to cause.

I closed out the weekend with the anti-sandwich, a deconstructed Mediterranean sandwich platter, in Sandwich Party III, part 2: Rise of the Machines.

Don’t forget your Sandwich Party badge, courtesy of Macbebekin’s own Elli!
(Look here for more on previous Sandwich Parties.)

some sandwich thoughts

A reminder: the next Sandwich Party is on the horizon! If you haven’t marked your calendars and consulted your local breadmaker, pencil it in now — Sandwich Party III lifts off Friday, April 3rd, and keeps going through the weekend!

Bert Vaux’s Dialect Survey asks “What do you call the long sandwich that contains cold cuts, lettuce, and so on?” [Note the polling error: it’s “an Italian,” not “an Italian sandwich.”]

Take a look at Scanwiches, where you can see sandwiches scanned in cross-section. Mmmm, mustard smears. I first saw scanwiches on Metafilter, but it didn’t tickle my blog-bone until Simon emailed the link to Jagosaurus and me, nudging us toward another Sandwich Party.

The hive mind at Ask Metafilter tackles some sandwich questions:

How To Stuff a Wild Panini!
– What cheese combination makes for the best grilled cheese?

The challenge: 125 sandwiches suitable for quartering, most of which can be made the day before.
– Ideas for delicious vegetarian sandwiches? I’m going on a picnic with a vegetarian friend, and I want to make some sandwiches that are more exciting than just cheese or PB&J.

Is Pizza a Sandwich? [NO! Pizza is a bread. If you put some foodstuff between two pieces of pizza, that would be a sandwich. Also: that would be awesome.]


A list of my alternate titles for Sandwich Party III: Escape from the Sandwich of the Apes includes:
– Sandwichai III: Duel at Hamrye-u Island
– Return of the Breadi
– Day of the Bread
– Children of the Sandwich III: Urban Harvest
– The Bread Ultimatum
– Rye Hard with a Vengeance
– Sympathy for Lady Sandwich
– Sandwich Party III: Apur Sandwichsar
– S-Men III: The Last Standwich
– Fluffernutter 3: Rise of the Machines
Expect the list to grow.
*This would require me to borrow a sandwich press.

Sandwich Party III: Escape from the Sandwich of the Apes

sandwichsign.jpgphoto courtesy of Jagosaurus. Visit her Etsy shop for more!
It’s time for yet another Sandwich Party! No hurry, no worries —- you’ve got plenty of time to get ready. Jagosaurus and I have scheduled Sandwich Party III: Escape from the Sandwich of the Apes to fall on the first weekend of April; that’s Friday the 3rd through Sunday the 5th.
If you’ve played along, you remember how this works. For anyone joining us for the first time, here’s the deal: anytime on between Friday, April 3rd, and Sunday, April 5th, you post a sandwich online.
Q: “Post a sandwich”? What the heck?
A: Eat a sandwich and tell us about it.
No, really! It’s that easy!
The Sandwich Party originated as a joke idea, but Jag and I quickly realized that it’s a culinary challenge to which almost everyone can rise: eat a sandwich and tell us about it.
Many of our past Sandwich Party participants have posted recipes and photos of the often-innovative, always staggeringly delicious-looking sandwiches made by their own hands, but you can certainly show us the sandwich you picked up at the corner deli, or the one your mom packed in your lunchbag, or the one that plunked out the slot of the sandwich vending machine. (I’ve never had a vending-machine sandwich. Are they… um… are they edible?)
Step 1: Eat a sandwich. You might try to recreate your mother’s killer meatloaf sandwich, writing out the recipe for the meatloaf and taking photos of the construction process. Or go out for a bahn mi and tell us all about the restaurant. Is a burger a sandwich? What about a s’more? Nutter Butters? Yup — all are sandwiches.
Step 2: Tell us about it. Post your sandwich story (or recipe or photo or description or poem or sketch) online somewhere. It can be on your blog, on Flickr, or almost anywhere else you can post online. Then leave a comment here at macbebekin or at Hillbilly, Please, being sure to include a link to your sandwich posting.
Jag and I will round up all the postings and post updates all weekend long.
For previous Sandwich Party entries, look at these items tagged Sandwich Party

ice cream chocolate chip son-of-a-&!%*#wich

ice cream sandwich
curse-inspiring cookies
Once in a great while, you have a bite of food that so transports you, that so delights your tastebuds, that (not to put too fine a point on it) tastes so #^@%ing good you just have to swear. When faced with perfection, the imperfect human resorts instinctively to rage.

These cookies may trigger that atavistic urge to rage. They have no business tasting this good, and I’m both angered and thrilled that they do.

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