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!