The Way of The Sandwich, Part I of I.

   sandwich |ˈsan(d)wɪdʒ| |-wɪtʃ|
    noun    an item of food consisting of two pieces of bread with meat, cheese, or other filling between them, eaten as a light meal : a ham sandwich.• something that is constructed like or has the form of a sandwich.-New Oxford American Dictionary
A rather prosaic definition, at best.  
If the sandwich were such a droll, plebeian repast, then I ask you; how do you explain the passion in which cultures the world over share of this nearly immaculate food?  I do not in any way intend to discredit anyone's taste here, however, if your idea of a sandwich is what you read above, than you are either about to become enlightened, or you should have already closed this page.
The sandwich is at once; a cultural statement, an expression of one's inner character, and if I may, an evaluation of one's approach to life.  
It is also comfort.  You know, that rather fleeting emotion that seems to only fade further and further in our modern times.
I remember quite well, sitting in my grandma's kitchen, colouring, or petting her cat Boots, while she would make me a tuna salad sandwich.  Or the bean spread and sprouts sandwiches that my mom would send with me to school, completely innocent of flavour, though I would vehemently defend them against my teasing friends; all the while envious of their Oscar Mayer bologna with american cheese on Wonderbread. And let me not disclude the time my dad first made me his secret sandwich, comprised of peanut butter and mayonnaise with banana. Sorry dad, it was revolutionary at the time, I admit, but it is also the reason I have had a completely cringe-inducing aversion to mayonnaise since I was 15.
Naturally, my ideas of all these sandwiches have changed over the years, but they are all cherished memories that bring me comfort.
There is much more that I could convey here about the sandwich as an expression of the existential  nature of Human Kind but instead, let's just make some sandwiches.