“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.”

―John Greenleaf Whittier

Last summer we went on a mega road trip, which may or may not have been the best idea at the time. Nevertheless, it's what we did. 26 states, if we count North Dakota.

Last week, I wrote some things about sandwiches and how much I love them. A lovely person replied (hi, Pim!) with this thing of glory: the best sandwiches from every state.

I'm sure you understand now. You see it: what I missed. That glorious opportunity. The one I missed. We could have based a 26-state road trip on SANDWICHES. We could have traveled The Sandwich Route. I could have written The Sandwich Chronicles along the way. I would have gained 300 pounds from eating all those sandwiches but who the hell even cares about that, think of the sandwiches!

It's going to take me a while to recover from this.

Also I have decided I need to have an official weekly Sandwich Night, on which official night, dinner will be decadent glorious sandwiches. ALL THE SANDWICHES.

I need your input for this momentous decision.

Should Sandwich Night be Thursday night or Friday night or Sunday night? CLICK HERE TO VOTE.

Sorry I can’t embed a poll in here, you’ll have to take the extra step of clicking and loading the thing and then clicking the button and it’s stupid and what is technology even for if I cannot embed a poll about Sandwich Night into my newsletter.

👉 Now for something completely different, put this in your ears.