A sandwich is simple. Two pieces of bread, something in the middle, and that’s it. Hunger quenched. But the sandwich is greater than the sum of its parts. In this column, I’ll explore the world of sandwich masterpieces, both simple and complex. I’d like to start by tackling the greatest issue in the sandwich loving world: the quesadilla.
Some question the validity of the tortilla as a bread substitute, others call it the false grilled cheese. I, however, throw my hat behind the quesadilla as a member of the greater sandwich community. While tortillas don’t fulfill our traditional crust and dough ideas about what the outer layer of our sandwich should be, has a sandwich ever had to be conventional? The sandwich, if anything, is about evolving beyond the conventional to the extraordinary but still comfortable. We’ve come a long way since John Montagu, the 4th Earl of Sandwich, asked his servants for meat between two slices of bread in order to save time. The sandwich eating world now includes creations that can take hours to make, and if it’s a dagwood, just as long to consume.
So for a culture so inclusive as the culture of sandwiches to exclude the quesadilla goes against its very nature. I say we must include our deliciously melted cheesy friend, for it does so much and only pushes us along towards our end goal: a sandwich for every person, for every occasion.