This sandwich is amazing. You should make and eat it.
(That is literally all I had written for five days. I’ve gone back to my drafts half a dozen times trying to think up a story or a tie in or something, anything more profound than “put this in your mouth as soon as possible!” But there is nothing. I mean, there are plenty of things. There is Sherlock to watch. There is some Chris Christie scandal I should probably be paying more attention to. And there is a wild and glorious internet to conquer. But there is nothing more to say about the sandwich. Make the sandwich. Eat the sandwich. Die happy.)