Thursday, January 6, 2011


A certain legend, now lost from memory, tells of a boy with a curious and unfortunate affliction. This poor youth, so blessed with mediocrity in all other aspects, could not eat without being met with an extremely unpleasant taste. Each meal all but turned to ash in his revolted mouth, assuming that someone has ever tasted ash and deemed it unfavorable. His affluent mother sent for help from around the globe. Many tried, but each delicacy failed to please.

Until one day.

“So I take two pieces of bread, and put anything between them?”

And so, the sandwich was born.

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