Not a single post was made last year. This wasn't done consciously, but looking back, I guess not a single author had it in them to share the joy we feel for the sandwich. It wasn't that sandwiches were not enjoyed, or eaten and critiqued with each mouthful. I know for myself, I ran out of mustard to share. Last year was full of lows and a handful of highs, and it took all the relish, ketchup, extra onions, and pickle out of me. I don't even think this post pictured above is from 2018, which if I am remembering correctly, was of a reuben, served automatically with sauerkraut on the side. It was more of a sloppy grilled cheese over buttered, and that quarter sliced pickle could barely cut through the fat of each mouthful, but its presentation was dramatic.
At the time, I don't remember the cactus being there, but its lone prickly presence, the unnecessary steak knife plunged into the pickle as if it was just a decorative tooth pick, and the sharp easter blue nails of my then dining companion are now all working together to remind me of how things were, and how things could be.
Last year also saw my phone die and with it, many many photos of sandwiches long gone, but somehow this photo sums up a lot of last year, too.
Eat well this year, my friends, and hopefully we can stay in touch better this year.