There Will Be Sammiches
This Saturday I’m hosting the first-ever Make Me a Sammich Meet-up. It’s going to be a purely social event with no agenda (not even a little one*), just a great view from Seattle’s Jefferson Park, good company, and, of course, sammiches.
I know it’s short notice, but if you live in or around Seattle, I hope you can join me. I’ll have some goodies to give away.
And did I mention sammiches?
Ok, first I have to show you these AWESOME new cards I just got (made by MOO). I know, crappy pic, but aren’t they AWESOME? And that’s only the front! Each one is personally autographed by me in Red SharpieTM! The reverse has…well, I’ll show you in a minute. These were a perk from Klout–a site some folks like to pooh-pooh, but dude, they send me free stuff all the time, and that makes them ok in my book.
I’ve also ordered TEMPORARY TATTOOS. I’m not going to show them to you because all I have is the artwork, and they’re not proper tattoos until I can put them on my skin*. When they arrive and I can, then you’ll get a pic. Promise.
I know, I know, you’re wondering how you can get your hands on some of this Make Me a Sammich swag. Well, firstly, winners of our Sammich Challenge will receive some as part of their Fabulous Prize packs. One lucky winner will also receive this:
It will not contain a sammich, because ew, prepackaged sammiches are gross. I think I must have suffered some pre-made sammich trauma as a child, because I simply cannot stand a sammich that’s been sitting around with its juices soaking into the bread and making it all soggy and smelly. I have been known to throw adorable little tantrums when people who love me forget this fact and bring me a nasty, mayonnaise**-soaked refrigerator sammich for lunch. In fact, I gag a little when I see someone in a movie buy one from a machine and eat it. Yuck! Do you have any idea how long that sammich has been sitting there being gross? A sammich machine should assemble your sammich right in front of you, dammit, or it’s nothing more than a garbage dispenser in my eyes.
Ahem. Moving on… If you don’t win a prize in our first contest, there will be others. But in the meantime, if you just can’t stand it, I will make it easy for you to request MMAS goodies. Stay tuned.
Oh yeah! Here is the back of the new card. It has a little Klout logo (because they were free from Klout, but my next batch won’t have this, so these are Limited Edition! Woo!) and a very fancy QR code which makes them practically electronic. (It always cracks me up when I see promo cards made to look like iPhones that say “download our app” and then include a URL and no QR code. Duh, I say!) They’re also super heavy-duty cardstock with a satiny finish and the color is great. I heart them.
I’ve got some other goodies in the works, but hopefully this illustrates my good faith in the Fabulous Prizes department. It turns out gift-giving is one of my “love languages” according to a book my dad gave me, so I get really excited about giving stuff away. My neurosis is your gain!
*The great thing about temporary tats is that you can apply them to other surfaces, as well, meaning I can use them to make other cool stuff. There will be swag!
**Double ew. (W?)
Everything is a meme! I went looking for a “sandwich artist” image and the Google is filled with disgruntled Subway employees and jokes about job openings and the many ways to fail at being a Sandwich Artist (which is apparently what Subway employees are called when they’re in uniform). Well, sammich artist might be a crappy job, but it’s a job, and I’ll bet those artists get free sammiches. No shame in that.
In case you haven’t guessed yet, this is the Sammich Art post! Yay! When I first went out looking for National Sammich Month material, I was amazed and delighted by the number of sammich pics I found that can only be classified as art. There are SO MANY of them on sites like insanewiches.com and all over the web (click individual images for sources) so I chose a few of my favorites. Check it out.
In case you missed it, I launched a Sammich Challenge yesterday and have recruited one sammich judge so far. If anyone wants to make sammich art for the contest and send it in, I’ll add a category and post the pics in a Very Special Make Me a Sammich Blog Post.
Anything is possible, people! Any! Thing!
19 days into National Sammich Month and, well, I’ve been lax. However, my brother #3 (I have seven!) has proposed a sammich challenge, secure in the belief that he will win. This is your chance, my friends, to truly participate in this national holiday month the way you’ve always dreamed of.
I will be forming a panel of judges (omnivorous ones!) who love to eat sammiches. Your job is to submit the Winning Sammich Recipe! The judges will recreate your sammich from your recipe and eat it, grading on the criteria below. Winners will receive Fabulous Prizes (to be announced)!
Sammiches will be judged on the following criteria:
- Overall Deliciousness
- Health vs. Decadence (pick one and go all the way!)
- ??? (Is this a mystery criterion? Or just one I haven’t thought of yet? It’s anyone’s guess!)
Are you ready? Deadline to submit your sammich recipe is one week from today: August 26. That will give our judges a solid week to make/eat your sammiches before NSM ends. We’ll announced the winners on Friday, August 31!
Let the sammiching commence!
Happy National Sammich Month! We’ve had a bit of a hiccup here on Day 1, as the Internets at Chez Sammich decided to take the day off. I’m typing this into a text editor feeling very much like a post-apocalyptic survivor hoping that someone, somewhere, someday will see my words. There’s no way to know for sure. [Message from the future/past: I had to travel back and forth through time to bring you this article! Cool, huh?]
You might be surprised to know that I have nothing planned for today. I expected I would wake up and take to the Internets for inspiration. I can’t even access my bookmarks! Can you even imagine what this is like? It’s hell, I tell you. Luckily, I realized that I don’t have to be online to compose a post for today, or I’d still be pacing around my house wringing my hands and lamenting the unfairness of it all.
OK, so National Sammich Month starts today, as we’ve already established, and I’ve learned a few interesting things about sammiches in the past week, so let’s start with one of those. Apparently (hat-tip to commenter kyorlin), each state in the U.S. has a
n official sandwich. I promise as soon as I have Internets again I’ll get you the link. [Message from the future: State Sammiches!]
I live in the state of Washington, whose sandwich I can’t tell you yet because I don’t have Internets [Message from the future: “Smoked Salmon Sandwich: Smoked salmon, cream cheese, apples, on whole wheat.*”], in the city of Seattle, whose official sandwich is coffee. I don’t eat meat (except fish sometimes, not because I think it doesn’t count, but because I’m a bad vegetarian), so a lot of the sandwiches on the list would be difficult for me to recreate, meaning it’s a good thing that my plan wasn’t to make and report on a state sandwich or two every day in August. It turns out the state sammiches were submitted to the site above by readers, so you’ll have to let us know whether you agree with your state sammich. I not only agree with mine, I kind of want to marry it.
Ahem…moving on… Other sammich-related stuff we’ll cover this month:
- Why is this site called “Make Me a Sammich”?
- The Origins of the Sammich (and of the month)
- Sammich Art
- Sandwich Trivia
- And much, much more! Probably.
I’ve been thinking about sammiches and which one I would call my favorite. Back when I ate meat, it was the French dip, hands down. I was a vegetarian for years before I discovered a good vegetarian French dip, and it is delicious, but I don’t think it’s my favorite. As much as I love girl cheese**, the thought of it doesn’t make my mouth water quite as much as the veggie sammich my mom and I invented as an answer to one very much like it that was *almost* perfect but not quite.
Here’s our recipe:
- whole-grain bread***
- raspberry vinaigrette dressing
- cream cheese
- alfalfa sprouts
- slice of preferred cheese (optional)
- *Thinly* sliced veggies:
- red onion
I’m telling you, this is a FABULOUS sammich and now my mouth really is watering. It is way past time I made one of these. Try it and let me know what you think! In fact, the next time someone tells you to make them a sammich, say “Make ME a sammich! This sammich!” and give them the recipe.
*Sammiches like this one are why I am a hypocrite.
**I also just remembered an awesome sammich I used to have when I went to community college: grilled cheese with mushrooms and alfalfa sprouts. OMGSOGOOD. It might take my beloved girl cheese sammich over the top. I’ll do a taste-test and let you know. Oh yeah! TUNA MELTS!
***I recently discovered Dave’s Killer Bread, which is *totally* killer, and I can’t wait to try it with All. The. Sammiches.
[Message from the Future: Still no Internets! Posting from secondary basecamp while it’s still officially Day 1 per Pacific time. Whew.]
As we say goodbye to National Grilled Cheese Sandwich month and hello to National Sammich Month, I want to take the opportunity to tell you briefly about my personal relationship with grilled cheese sandwiches. You see, when I was a tiny, little girl…so tiny that the world was still a place of only beauty and wonder and no Bad Things, I believed that grilled cheese sandwiches were a special invention made just for ME.
Back in those days of yore, my dad (before he was a professional bass fisherman or a preacher or even a dad) was a pool shark. In Los Angeles, California, where he made his living in the pool halls as a young man, he was known as “Sixth Street Jerry.” In Long Beach, where he also played from time to time (and where he met my mom–in a pool hall), they called him “L.A. Jerry.” One of my earliest memories is going to the pool hall with my parents, where my dad would shoot pool (which I remember only vaguely) and my mom and I would sit in a booth with red seats and I would order a Girl Cheese Sandwich with fries (because that was the point of the whole expedition as far as I was concerned).
Of course, I had no idea why the waitress and all the adults made such a fuss over the whole thing. I just wanted my sandwich. And my French fries! But I imagine them now doing that thing grownups do where we know the kid’s about to do that cute thing they do, and they say, “Watch! Listen! Okay, Rosie, what do you want to eat?”
“GIRL CHEESE!” I’d holler, and they’d all “aww” and titter and pat me on the head.
And yes, I assumed that if my dad wanted a sandwich like mine, he’d have to ask for a Boy Cheese Sandwich, but he never did that I recall. Sixth Street Jerry was too busy bringing home the pork rinds, baby.
These days grilled cheese sammiches are still a favorite, and one of my comfort foods (along with mac & cheese), and I still pretty much always refer to them as Girl Cheese.
PS: I apologize for that terrifying image above. I really wanted to use an appetizing photo of a nice, melty grilled cheese to make your mouth water, but then I found ^that^, and come on, how could I resist? It would have been wrong–possibly immoral or even illegal–for me to not use that image in this article. So, to make up for it, here’s a photo of me just before I learned to say “Girl cheese sammich, please!” Love ya!