A LOVE LETTER TO SANDWICHES

BY: Ashley

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Dear Sandwiches,

As I sit here thinking about what to eat, the first thing that comes to mind is you. I can always count on you to satisfy my hungry belly. Whether I’m sad, happy, sleepy, drunk or hung-over, I can always count on the magical power of sandwiches to make me happy.

As St. Patrick’s Day approaches, I know your magic will guide me through my celebratory adventures. I can picture it now…

Before the juices begin to flow, a nice, delicious turkey and mayo sandwich to hold me over. After the party’s over, and I’m stumbling through the door (still looking cute, obvs), pondering that last tequila shot, you come to mind. As I feel the alcohol flowing through my body, a familiar face appears. “Would you like a peanut butter sandwich, cut into fours?” says the momma of our group. Your magic once again prevails as I fall asleep peacefully knowing that the hangover the next day won’t be as bad because of you; and then, all is well in the world.

Sandwiches, you rock- don’t ever change (cue Lizzie Maguire theme song)

Your faithful subject,

Ashley