I'm not going to jump too hard on the Rachel Ray dogpile right now. Pretty much every food blogger or trying-desperately-hard-to-be-hip food writer has made a comment about her, so I'm not going to here. The record will show that I started kicking her long before she went down, long before most people knew who she was, and I do not feel bad about that.
But I will say that of all the annoying trends she has perpetuated, referring to sandwiches as "sammies" has to be near the top of the list. When I first heard that Quiznos was coming out with a product called sammies, I vowed never to eat one. Of course, like most hard-line food stances I take, I can pretty easily give up my principles when I am starving.
My brother and I had planned to go for barbecue one day, although when he picked me up he announced he had an errand to run first. Knowing my brother, I figured this could take between ten minutes and eight hours, and I was starving. He offered me a Quiznos sammie (I actually just looked on the Quiznos website to determine if the singular of sammies is "sammy" or "sammie," God help me.) The fact that he had gone by Quiznos shortly before we were going to lunch did not surprise me. Remember Jughead's appetite in the Archie comics? That's my brother. And he is as skinny as Jughead.
I hate to say it, but it was fantastic. I cannot figure out which one it was, although it had beef, lettuce, tomatoes, and some spicy sauce in it. Do I plan to get another one soon? No. Was it good because I was famished? Maybe. But it was much, much better than I expected. I still hate the name, though.