But no. A sammich is not just a sandwich, it is not just a meal. Sammich is a term reserved for only the holiest and mightiest of all sandwiches. A sammich is a true work of culinary art; a feast on a bun, if you will. A sammich is not made of the best ingredients; it is made of the *right* ingredients. It needs the right meats, and the right cheese(s), the right sauce, the right veggies, and the right kind of bread.
Taking footlong sub bread and throwing every kind of meat and cheese and everything else under the sun or in your kitchen pantry on it does not a sammich make. It is akin to an incohesive mishmosh of colors on an artist's easel.
Sandwiches make a good snack, but sammiches are forever.
Bruce: ‘Course I’m alive, woman. I was in the kitchen, fixin me up a tasty sammich.
Grandma: What kind of sammich?
Bruce: Peanut butter and wombat. With some pickles to give it that extra kick.
Grandma: That’s some damn fine wombat. I haven’t had wombat that good since the Alabama State Fair in 1938.
2) A sandwich specially made for a person named Sam.
3) A threesome involving at least one person named Sam.