Darling Sandwich Maker, how I loved thee! In college, you were a staple. Rarely did a day go by when you were unable to produce some sort of gooey sandwich-y goodness. I hearken back to the days of studio, late nights and early mornings made joyous (or at least bearable) by the promise of some PB&J melting delectably between slices of bread.
Forget the stuff of infomercials; you were the stuff my ham ‘n’ cheese dreams were made of! You were my “ramen.” No Totino’s or baked potato months for this girl when I had you by my side.
Sandwich Maker, I salute you!
Minnesota Mom 
I am taking it as a bad sign that you posted at 4:23am 🙂 Hopefully the three of you got some sleep! I have to say I am NOT looking forward to weaning Annie from the paci. I still have some time!
ooh YUM!
I’m hungery.
You should have this taped by the guy who does those beer commercials. The one with the deep, deep voice. It would be AWESOME.
Oh yeah, and, YUM.
We used to have one of those….I never EVER thought of making a PB&J with it though.