At this stage, you are generally unaware of any desire to eat a sandwich. Maybe you are watching TV. Maybe you are talking on the phone. Whatever you are doing, you are content to be alive without a sandwich in your mouth.
2. Desire for sandwich registers
You become vaguely aware that something isn't right when a feeling of uneasiness engulfs you like a dark, suffocating fog. You realize that you are going to need a sandwich.
3. Panic
HOLY SHIT!!!!!! YOU NEED A SANDWICH RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!!!!!!!!
This stage comes on abruptly and usually before you have time to even make it to the kitchen, let alone go through all the steps of preparing a sandwich. You feel like your body is imploding into a black hole of hunger and without a sandwich to plug that hole, you will almost certainly perish.
4. Melodramatic journey to kitchen
Hunger has a way of bringing drama to the surface. The combination of hopelessness and self-pity often leads to unnecessary theatrics.
5. Planning
Your sandwich is going to be the best sandwich ever. A sandwich to rule all sandwiches. No matter how many things you put on it, it always seems like there needs to be more things.
6. Creation of a monstrosity that even you will look back on with shame and bewildermentHunger has clearly clouded your judgment because your sandwich turns out to be a towering atrocity of questionable meat and condiments that are wonderful on their own, but taken together, create an oozing sludge of nearly inedible failure.
Despite this, you feel like you are some sort of mad genius. You should be on Iron Chef! You are creating new flavor frontiers!
7. Anticipation
This is probably the best stage of eating a sandwich. In this moment, you imagine a kind of nirvana that is not attainable by mortals. Your mind conjures up a flavor experience so powerful that it defies logic. As you sit there staring at your glorious sandwich, nothing else matters.
8a. First assault
You seem to have neglected a few details during preparation, namely the discrepancy between the size of your mouth and the size of what you can reasonably expect to fit inside something the size of your mouth. Your sandwich is cumbersome and unwieldy. If you want to eat it, you are going to have to get creative.
8b. Second assault
8c. Third assault
9. Violence
You finally resort to trying to crush the sandwich with your hands. You stand over it like a caveman, beating it with your fists in a fit of rabid frustration. Condiment sludge squishes out the sides in rivers.
10. Success (?)
The sandwich finally submits to your reshaping efforts. You have reduced your once majestic creation to a festering shadow of its former self, but it is now possible to put it in your mouth! YAY!!!! You think you've won.
11. Resolution
Sandwiches almost always end in one of two ways.
If you made the unfortunate mistake of underestimating your hunger, you will be unable to enjoy the final third of your sandwich because you will be too busy being afraid that there will not be enough of it. Every wonderful bite is filled with the painful realization that it is bringing you closer to having nothing more to eat. You begin to panic. You try taking smaller bites and chewing longer. You alternate taking a real bite and just sniffing the sandwich and moving your jaw to simulate eating. But nothing can reverse the inescapable fact that you didn't make yourself enough sandwich.
Conversely, if you overestimated the amount of free space inside of you, you will be faced with a harrowing battle of man against sandwich. And the sandwich always wins. If you force yourself to finish the sandwich, it will defeat you from the inside. If you give up and leave part of the sandwich uneaten, it will haunt you with guilt and feelings of inadequacy.
Conversely, if you overestimated the amount of free space inside of you, you will be faced with a harrowing battle of man against sandwich. And the sandwich always wins. If you force yourself to finish the sandwich, it will defeat you from the inside. If you give up and leave part of the sandwich uneaten, it will haunt you with guilt and feelings of inadequacy.
No one could say it better. Ah, the paradox of the sandwich...
ReplyDeleteYou. Are. A. Genius. Wise and witty beyond your years.
ReplyDeleteThe drawings are really fucking priceless.
ReplyDeleteI just ate a sandwich from getting to step #1 to step #2 in about the time it took me to read the post. Step #5 did not apply, and I skipped steps #8a-9, straight to success, perhaps because I skipped step #5? But step #11 got me in the end, and now I want more sandwich. Alas, 'tis sunflower seeds for now.
ReplyDeleteThank god it wasn't 13 steps because I'm highly superstitious about sandwich articles.
ReplyDeleteAllie, just so you know, Sandwicherie is the highest of art. Your moustachioed sandwich illuminates much of what many sandwich makers have long feared, namely that sandwiches truly do have a life of their own and thus raise the question: is sandwich eating right? or is it wrong to destroy Man's most beautiful creations?Whichever decision your noble discovery forces humanity to decide upon, whether sandwich eating be ethical or not, I am sure we will see each other mowing noms of 'wich crumbs long past any moral quandary. Hunger has no regard for beauty, even that of the sandwich.
ReplyDeleteHave a woman make you a sammich.
ReplyDeleteThis is awesomely awesome. And also terrific. And hilarious. I would like to send you money, but I am also poor.If I become demi-champion of the internet, and quasi-rich, I will send you money, okay? (Don't hold your breath. Unless you can hold it for like a really really long time. I don't want to be responsible for any deaths of bloggers. Especially the funny ones. Then we'd be left with all the non-funny ones, and that would just be sad.)
ReplyDeleteJustLinda...you are probably just used to two steps...1. Your man wants a sandwich.2. You make him a sandwich.
ReplyDeletedarn. Now i want a sandwich while at work.Shall demand that we all go to Subway for lunch!
ReplyDeleteDamn. Laughing so hard at this blog (especially sandwichy) that now my 'not sleeping' has become "NOT SLEEPING" and I shall have to get up and clean my bathroom and try to determine if I can read more of your blog at work tomorrow or if the company internet Hitler will ding you back to the web and tell my boss I was goofing off. Hey, you try staving off run-on sentences at 3am. -Tiff
ReplyDeleteI don't even eat sandwiches, and now I want one,.,.. YOU ARE A MONSTER.. the Devil Incarnate. My fridge contains maple syrup old tofu with a fuzzy green sauce and a dessicated chicken carcass. And I don't drive. I know curses, ..., just saying.
ReplyDeleteThis maybe the best thing i have ever ever seen in the history of ever.
ReplyDeleteNow I feel hungry for s sandwich...
ReplyDeletePlease PLEASE make tshirts, posters, etc. of this. I've read it at least 10 times and I actually laugh out loud every time.
ReplyDeleteI just went back and read every single entry (whilst getting paid - my job is boring) and this entry, along with the things to do with a brick entry are possibly two of the funniest things I've ever read. Loves it!
ReplyDeleteOmg, step 11 is seriously my life. It's either "Oooooooh I need more sandwich..." or "Fuck, I have waaaaay too much sandwich..."Like you're eating and you start getting to the end and realize this sandwich is totally grossing you out.I eat alot of sandwiches, where they are considered rare and meaty game.
ReplyDeleteThis post makes me think that you are actually me in an alternate personality Fight Club type of way. This is the truest and most accurate desription of my own life that I have ever experienced.
ReplyDeleteit's the most fun to watch others go through this and follow them around....they usually end up making you a sandwich too which is nice. lol.
ReplyDeleteYou forgot the most important step! Wrap in bacon!
ReplyDeleteYou know what I love about the sandwich? It looks like it has a giant mustache.
ReplyDeleteHmm... Well, I think I'll go make myself a sandwich.
ReplyDeleteI especially like how the end picture, on the right the guy looks like a shark foaming at the mouth.
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