ABSTRACT

The sandwich has become a universal possession for all time, though for a century the earl who created it has lain dead. A hero indeed is he who left the sandwich as an heirloom to humanity. It truly is the staff of life, a substantial meal for starving traveller or bread-winner; but none the less an incomparable work of art, a joy to the gourmet of fancy and discretion. And lyrical indeed is the savoury sandwich, well cut and garnished, served on rare faïence or old silver; a glass, or perhaps two, of Bordeaux of some famous vintage, to strengthen its subtle flavour. In the sandwich well devised is something exotic and strange, some charm elusive and mysterious. But let not the sandwich be of ham, except rarely, for the etherealized luncheon, the mystic tea. For the luncheon sandwich, choose from the countless treasures of the sea.