Chris and I were watching "Curb Your Enthusiasm" (which we rent via Netflix) last night, and there was an episode in which Larry David gets a sandwich named after him. This prompted a discussion about what our sandwich would be. On a kosher menu, I'd have to go with chopped liver, maybe on rye, for mine, and not just so I could say, "What am I, chopped liver?!" Chris is undecided, though I think a nice lean roast beef suits him nicely.
Still, outside of a deli menu, I think my favorite sandwich is probably grilled eggplant, with buffalo mozzarella, olive oil, salt and pepper, fresh basil (which has been growing like crazy on a pot on our windowsill this summer) and roma or garden tomatoes, on good ol' french bread. I make the eggplant on my grill pan (though next time I will try the new gas grill outside), and just season it. I also brush on a little olive oil first. When you prepare it this way, you don't have to go through the whole salt and drain procedure, which makes the eggplant much more friendly.
Chris doesn't care too much for eggplant, and I love it. I continue to sort of ignore his preference to not eat it, hoping that one day he'll come around to it like he did with avocado and one or two other things. He's always been willing to eat anything (which I'm basically taking advantage of), but eggplant hasn't risen to one of his favorites yet. Still, he can make his sandwiches without it. More for me.
With the leftovers, I like to reheat the grilled eggplant slices until they are just warm to the touch (just above room temperature). It makes a great summery dinner or lunch, and a sandwich that could represent me any day: all the colors of Italy, rustic and straightforward but a little smart, and with a little bite that's maybe not for everyone.