On Sandwiches

I. Love. Sandwiches.

Seriously, I love them. The thing with sandwiches is that you can put anything on them. Anything at all. I mean the possibilities are endless.

My love of sandwiches began the first time my parents left me home alone, and I decided to make myself a sandwich for lunch. I knew this wasn't going to be an ordinary sandwich. My parents had given me an opportunity by leaving me to fend for myself. My original sandwich recipe went something like this:

-two slices of white bread

-a layer of deli turkey

-a slice of cheddar cheese

-honey

-chocolate chips

It sounds horrible, right? And to be honest it probably was, but it tasted like freedom and opportunity, and it opened my eyes to a whole new world of possibilities.

It is my dream to have a sandwich named after me.

I have this fantasy where I fall in love with a man who opens his own sandwich shop and he names a sandwich after me, because what better way to show a girl you love her than by naming a sandwich in her honor? I mean we have the Rachel, we have the Reuben, and I want there to also be the Jordan. 

The Jordan

Between two slices of your choice of bread: A solid layer of sliced turkey, a slice of gouda cheese, about five cucumber slices, cream cheese, and strawberry jam. 

I know it sounds maybe as horrible as my home-alone sandwich, but this one is actually delicious. It's the perfect balance of savory and sweet and I think I ate one every single day for lunch the entirety of my 2nd year of college. 

10/10, would recommend. 

How someone makes a sandwich says a lot about who they are as a person.

This occurred to me a few weeks ago when I was home sick for an entire week. On several occasions I was too weak to make it all the way across the street to the dining hall for meals, and I requested that my friends make me sandwiches. 

The first friend to bring me a sandwich was very concerned about my health. She was very insistent upon helping me. I asked for PB&J, and she chose to use plain white bread, peanut butter on one slice, and strawberry jam on the other. She had constructed a classic version of this sandwich, just like how my mom would make them. 

The second sandwich, also PB&J, came from a friend of mine who happens to be obsessed with peanut butter. Seriously, this kid puts peanut butter on his Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. He made his sandwich on thicker white bread, and put a layer of peanut butter on both slices of bread with grape jelly in between. This strategy is great if you're going to be saving the sandwich for later, as it prevents the bread from getting soggy. It also allows for more peanut butter, if that's where your PB&J priorities lie. The problem is that grape jelly is VERY slippery, and if it has nothing to soak into, it slips right out. This sandwich was a lot messier than the first, and definitely more peanut buttery.

The next sandwich I received was made for me by one of my best friends. This was the classic turkey and cheddar. What was amazing about this sandwich was that he managed to make the sandwich EXACTLY how I like it. It was wheat bread, with the right amount of turkey and the right amount of cheese, and the right amount of mayo. It was a true testament to how well he knows me. 

If I'm living this life looking for love, I guess what I'm really looking for is someone who will make me the perfect sandwich. 

...This has been Jordan, and all her feelings about sandwiches. You're welcome, and thanks for reading.