One woman in New York City is on a quest to make 300 sandwiches in exchange for an engagement ring, and every single damn sandwich looks delicious.
The New York Post columnist revealed herself as Stephanie Smith, the woman behind 300 sandwiches, a blog detailing her mission to woo her boyfriend "E." Apparently, the challenge was proposed "one lazy summer afternoon."
I assembled turkey and Swiss on toasted wheat bread. I spread Dijon mustard generously on both bread slices, and I made sure the lettuce was perfectly in line with the neatly stacked turkey slices.
Eric devoured the sandwich as if it were a five-star meal, diving in with large, eager bites. 'Babes, this is delicious!' he exclaimed.
As he finished that last bite, he made an unexpected declaration of how much he loved me and that sandwich: 'Honey, you’re 300 sandwiches away from an engagement ring!'
Was our happily ever after as simple as making him a few sandwiches?... Maybe I needed to show him I could cook to prove that I am wife material. If he wanted 300 sandwiches, I’d give him 300 sandwiches — and I’d blog about it.
Naturally, the internet is appalled, with masses of neitzens outraged at her willingness to take on her boyfriend's challenge. In this day and age, how dare a working woman (or a man?) take time out of her (his) day to make her (his) partner a sandwich stuffed with skirt steak, fresh cherry tomatoes and garlic or a sandwich chock-full of roasted chicken and sweet potato mash? Ungh, that sounds
Of course, E's explanation that sandwiches = love isn't helping the matter.
To him, sandwiches are like kisses or hugs. Or sex. 'Sandwiches are love,' he says. 'Especially when you make them. You can’t get a sandwich with love from the deli.'
Still, in my opinion? The whole event began as a lighthearted joke and the internet is just grumpy no one's crafting them artisan meals on the reg. Plus, Smith seems to be having a grand 'ol time whipping up sandwiches for E (she's currently at #176) and experimenting with new recipes. If she's happy making them and he's happy eating them, ring or not, there's not much lose in this situation.
Now somebody go make me a goddamn sandwich.