So Michael has named this in-utero baby Samwich (not Sandwich).
And guess what? For the last few weeks I don’t care about Mexican food anymore.
Lately I have to have really good, fresh bread with cold cuts, cheese and mayo. Even for breakfast, because nothing else sounds good.
I have to have Subway with lots of lettuce and banana peppers.
I discovered Jimmy John’s in Hays, Kansas (ah, the Beach Club #12).
I dig a good, thin hamburger (Steak and Shake) with tons of tomato and lettuce and pickle.
And it doesn’t count as a sandwich, but I can’t get enough of McDonald’s crispy Ranch snack wrap.
Maybe this baby will someday own a place called “Samwich’s Sandwiches.”
And will create a famous sandwich called "The Tiebreaker."