Since last June, a young woman has attracted attention from culinary world icons such as Emeril Lagasse, Michael White and Ken Friedman with 300sandwiches.com, a beautifully photographed blog that documents&
Yall……I woulda made the 300th sandwich with shit spread on it like dijon.
Best part of the article:
"My boyfriend, Eric, is the gourmet cook in our relationship, but he’d always want me to make him a sandwich.
Each morning, he would ask, “Honey, how long you have been awake?”
“About 15 minutes,” I’d reply.
“You’ve been up for 15 minutes and you haven’t made me a sandwich?”
To him, sandwiches are like kisses or hugs. Or sex. “Sandwiches are love,” he says. “Especially when you make them. You can’t get a sandwich with love from the deli.”
One lazy summer afternoon just over a year ago, I finally gave in. I assembled turkey and Swiss on toasted wheat bread. I spread Dijon mustard generously on both bread slices, and I made sure the lettuce was perfectly in line with the neatly stacked turkey slices.
Eric devoured the sandwich as if it were a five-star meal, diving in with large, eager bites. “Babes, this is delicious!” he exclaimed.
As he finished that last bite, he made an unexpected declaration of how much he loved me and that sandwich: “Honey, you’re 300 sandwiches away from an engagement ring!”
I paused. Was our happily ever after as simple as making him a few sandwiches?
You know, there are a lot of things about this story that make me angry (and confused) but one thing that makes me sad about it is that it is nice to make a sandwich for someone you love. It is nice to have someone you love surprise you with a sandwich. Gift-giving is a really lovely part of human interchange. But how strange and sad to see a small act of love and consideration for another turned into this - I don’t know. This joke. This crass joke where the unspoken moral is that women belong in the kitchen making sandwiches for the men folk. This crass joke about how desperate single women are for diamond engagement rings that they’ll play along with this all nudge-wink and degrade themselves and make sandwiches like June fucking Cleaver.
It’s so mercenary. It’s so cynical. It plays on so many of the ugliest things humans have relied on to overpower one another.
IDK what I’m getting at. Just - how many little acts of love and tenderness are tainted or lost or ruined because of the shitty sexist, racist, garbage way we’ve been socialized and continue to allow ourselves to be socialized? How many?
Maybe I’m overreacting to some NY couple’s stupid single topic blog that will disappear back into the bowels of the internet in a few short days when we’ve all moved on to the next thing. But aside from the very real, tangible consequences of systemic, socialized racism and sexism for the oppressed, it is a tremendous tragedy that these same things prevent all of us from being fully human. All of us.
Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.
Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.
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