Look: You don’t need to remind me that I’ve been remiss in my Sandwich of the Week duties the past couple of weeks.

I know.

I have been enduring something that could only be described as “sandwich writer’s block.” It is not for want of sandwiches recently eaten. There are plenty of those, I promise. Page through my iPhone photo gallery and you’ll find tons of grainy, haphazardly framed images of sandwiches that failed to inspire me. A cavalcade of uninspiring sandwiches.

It’s not that they weren’t good. Plenty of them were delicious.

It’s just — I don’t know how to say this… I think writing about sandwiches may have gotten into my head. I bite into my lunch and instead of thinking, “mmm delicious sandwich,” I think, “OK, how does this compare on my arbitrary numerical rating system to other sandwiches I’ve eaten?” And, “what can I write about this sandwich that I haven’t yet written about a dozen other sandwiches?”

How did this happen? It was supposed to be about the sandwiches.

Wait, let me rephrase that: It was supposed to be about me enjoying the sandwiches. That’s the main thing. Writing about that enjoyment is secondary. No offense.

That’s all a long-winded way of saying I don’t think I can promise Sandwich of the Week weekly anymore. I wouldn’t feel the need to bother explaining except whenever I do any sort of survey, it turns out that it’s a popular feature.

I will still review sandwiches — and indeed, still call them “Sandwich of the Week.”  But since it has gotten to the point that I’m looking for sandwiches that might be interesting to write about instead of sandwiches I think will be delicious, it’s probably time to dial back.

Cracking under the pressure. Totally unclutch.

Anyway, just because they won’t come every week anymore doesn’t mean there won’t be plenty of sandwich talk here. Maybe some weeks there’ll be two. Who knows? And I’d still very much appreciate your sandwich recommendations.

The sandwich: The Serrano from Bierkraft, 5th Avenue and Berkeley Pl., Brooklyn.

The construction: Serrano ham, manchego cheese, arugula, fig jam, sherry vinegar and olive oil on a ciabatta hero.

Important background information: I probably went into Bierkraft about 20 times when I lived in the area, usually to get fancy beer for my father. I had no idea they even made sandwiches until multiple people started recommending them to me after I moved. C’mon people, get your timing right.

Also, I confess I ordered the Serrano because I thought it would be more interesting to write about than the more traditional-seeming Italian hero on the menu, the direction I normally would have gone. Pitiful.

What it looks like:

How it tastes: Most notably, like fig jam.

There are a lot of strong flavors on here, right: Serrano ham is like the Spanish version of prosciutto, so I expected saltiness from that, and the earthiness of manchego cheese and tartness from the vinegar.

Eventually, all those flavors sort of showed up, but none matched the fig jam in strength or persistence. Man… did this sandwich-maker just have a heavy hand with the fig jam, or is this really strong fig jam?

Maybe now is a good time to mention that I don’t much care for figs, which might trivialize my opinions on this sandwich. My wife loves ’em, and she loved the half of this sandwich I saved for her. I find them a little too goopy sweet unless they’re in delicious Newton form.

Still, I don’t exactly hate them, and I figured a nice hint of sweetness from fig jam might nicely complement an otherwise salty and tart sandwich. And at points, it did — there were bites of this sandwich that were great, when the flavors of the ham and cheese and fig came together as something special. But too often all I tasted was fig jam. I never really tasted the vinegar, incidentally.

The bread, I should note, was awesome. Really hearty stuff, itself a meal.

What it’s worth: $10, but it comes with Zapp’s chips, which are awesome.

How it rates: 74 out of 100, but it’s probably better if you like figs and you’re not mired in a sandwich-writing slump. The quality of the ingredients at Bierkraft was good enough that I’ll have to give it another go now that I’ve sorted all this out and can just order the Italian one.