Big Sandwich: Second Helpings

Monday is the day of the Big Sandwich. In fact, "Mon-" in Latin is "big" and "-day" is "sandwich." That's true, too. So, naturally, on this past Day of the Big Sandwich, formerly known as Monday, I made a Big Sandwich.

It was a particularly delightful Big Sandwich. It was the standard recipe: pork, onions, something green, and messy sauce. This was the recipe for the very first Big Sandwich (it included apples too, I think) and is the ole standby of Big Sandwiches. After we layed siege to the Big Sandwich (and smote it mightily, I might add), Craig remarked that I should give that particular Big Sandwich varietal a name.

I refused.

Here's why: the Big Sandwich has a name; it's the Big Sandwich. It doesn't matter how you make your Big Sandwich, as long as it's a sandwich and it's real big. It doesn't matter if you make yours like I make mine, it's not about names or recognition or any of that. The Big Sandwich isn't about me. I'm not the Big Sandwich. The Big Sandwich is bigger than me. The Big Sandwich is about people getting together and making sandwiches. That are really big. On Mondays.

Long live the Big Sandwich.