Sandwich Book Reviews Novels & Stories

“Good choice. Now we can choose the tea sandwiches to go with it. We’ll have BLT sandwiches on wheat along with cucumber and cream on white and smoked salmon with caviar on sourdough. Then the scones and fruit tarts.” That was evidently settled, and Emelia took one of her long strides over to the cupboard to start setting things out. She had unusually broad shoulders, the “result of chopping a million vegetables,” and always looked like she was about to tackle whatever she was preparing. Yet her food was often so dainty you’d think fairies made it. “So, just what makes a sandwich a tea sandwich?” Grace asked, and I cheered inside that she would ask something so boldly, for her. Chloe and Sar

"This isn't a sandwich. It's... it's a disaster." Sitting opposite him with a lazy expression, Pascha just raised an eyebrow. "It's a sandwich, Maximus." Max shook his head, pointing to the messy piece of bread on his plate. "No, Daddy. Mommy never made sandwiches like this." Pascha let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair. "Max, it's bread, it has filling, and it's edible. It's called a sandwich." Max pursed his lips, looking very dissatisfied. "Mommy always cuts it neatly. Mommy always makes sure the cheese and jam are even. Mommy doesn't make sandwiches with cheese that are almost falling out like this!"