There’s nothing so wonderful as a good sandwich; today, Nov. 3, we celebrate the classic lunchtime companion with National Sandwich Day.
The sandwich day is held on John Montagu’s birthday because he is believed to have created the new menu item. As the fourth Earl of Sandwich, Montagu’s name was given to his creation, which reportedly came about when he was too busy to eat a regular meal during a gambling bender back in the 18th century.
– Shaun Courtney, Georgetown Patch.
Well, shame on all y’all for not telling me it was National Sandwich Day. I’ve been trying to eat healthy this week after a positively disgusting display of eating over the weekend in D.C., and I actually had a salad for lunch like a sucker.
Salad should not count as lunch. I just finished it not ten minutes ago, and I’m already hungry. But I’m not going to eat any more lunch because the damn thing cost ten bucks.
Sandwich is lunch. And today is National Sandwich Day, and I didn’t even have a sandwich for lunch, like I almost always do.
But you know what? Whatever. Every day is National some-food Day, and how the hell am I supposed to keep up? Did you know that yesterday was National Deviled Egg Day? No joke. Swing and a miss. You didn’t even seize the opportunity to eat a delicious deviled egg.
Calling Nov. 3 National Sandwich Day — thrusting the sandwich into the same category as the deviled egg — diminishes the universal appeal of sandwiches. Listen to me: Every f@#$ing day is National Sandwich Day. Every day.
There’s at least a reasonable excuse to make this National Sandwich Day — unlike with the nachos. John Montagu, the 4th Earl of Sandwich, would have been 292 years old today if he had only discovered the Hoagie of Youth.
But you know what else? The 4th Earl of Sandwich didn’t even invent the sandwich. Not only were people eating sandwiches literally thousands of years before John Montagu was even born, but the Wikipedia suggests he might have learned about sandwiches from his brother-in-law. It also says Montagu had a reputation for being incompetent and corrupt, which doesn’t sound like the type of person who’d be responsible for the true invention of the sandwich.
So in conclusion, I will probably eat a sandwich today, but not because it’s National Sandwich Day. Don’t tell me what to do, calendar.
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