I could have a sandwich for breakfast, lunch and dinner, every day, forever—that's how much I love them. Sandwiches are so versatile, you could make a different sandwich every day of the week for every meal of the day and still not repeat any of them. The different combinations for making delicious sandwiches are truly infinite. All you need is your imagination!

History's Very First Sandwich

Since I am obsessed with sandwiches, I, of course, wanted to understand their true origin. I was surprised to learn that the first recorded sandwich was by a rabbi in the 1st century B.C.! This rabbi would start the Passover custom of taking meat from the Paschal Lamb, chopped nuts, apples, bitter herbs and spices and put them between two pieces of matzo. Voilà! The first sandwich.

As you may know, the "sandwich" was named after a gentleman by the name of John Montagu, the fourth earl of Sandwich. The earl, it seems, was a gambling man, and as the story goes, he ordered one of his valets to bring him some meat tucked between two pieces of bread so he wouldn't have to leave his card game. He could continue playing without getting the cards greasy from eating meat with his bare hands. Others saw what he was doing and ordered up the same thing by saying they would have "the same as Sandwich."

My Very First Sandwich

When I was in the third grade, I ate my first sandwich—bologna—and I loved it. From then on, I wanted sandwiches in my lunch box all the time when I was in grammar school. My sandwich of choice was bologna, of course, in between two slices of soft white bread with mayonnaise on one side and mustard on the other, complete with crunchy whole potato chips on top. I loved the feel and crunch of the salty potato chips with this wonderful sliver of meat that was foreign to me. Foreign because my mother never let me eat bologna and never gave me a sandwich for lunch. Instead, she would always pack me gourmet lunches, which I was embarrassed by because I just wanted to be like the other kids who ate sandwiches, chips and cupcakes.

One day, a boy approached me and asked me to meet him in the coat room with my lunch box. When I got there, he smiled at me and whispered that he would gladly exchange his bologna sandwich for my lunch. I asked him to let me see the sandwich. He pulled out something that was wrapped in waxed paper and there it was—a sandwich on soft white bread (crusts cut off) with one slice of bologna, mustard and mayonnaise. I asked him if he had any chips to go with it and he said they were back on his desk. I told him he had to throw in the chips and I would do it. For the next three years, we traded lunches.

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