Would it be so awful if I didn't have a favorite sandwich? Don't some people live to eat, and others eat to live? Might I enjoy many different sandwiches? Couldn't I make a better sandwich at home than I could buy anywhere?

Could I like a roast beef sandwich on toasted sourdough bread, with lettuce and tomato, mayo and grainy mustard? Or could I like a ham and cheese with mayo, mustard, and some spicy potato chips inside for crunch? Why wouldn't I microwave that sandwich for twenty seconds, just to melt the cheese a little?

Is just about every sandwich better with avocado? Isn't it more fun to make a different lunch every day? Do roll-ups count as sandwiches? How much fun is it to make a roll-up with lettuce, tomato, and a nice mushy ham salad, and to try to eat it without dropping the insides all over your lap?

Does anyone else think a fried egg sandwich is maybe the best lunch ever? Have you tried it with some salt and pepper, some bacon, a little cheese, all inside a toasted Bruegger's asiago-parmesan bagel? If you haven't, won't you consider making the pilgrimage just once to taste this little piece of heaven before you die?

Don't you agree that an inquiring mind is your greatest asset?