There are certain things in life one should just be able to indulge in, regardless of the aren't supposed to's, the probably shouldn'ts, or the no way no how no when's. Of course I'm not suggesting that indulgence takes precedence over safety (not most of the time, anyway), but if there's this thing that's just so incredibly impossibly amazing that chef's, cooks, and hungry people in numerous cultures have created and savored it for decades, possibly even centuries, then why shouldn't all god's two-legged creatures enjoy it?
I'm talkin' about the hoagie, friends. You may know this marvel by its other monikers - Submarine Sandwich, Grinder, or perhaps, my personal favorite, Hero. Yes, I close my eyes and am met with visions of a piquant protector, tough, toasted exterior, cloaked in melty cheese, a defender of deliciousness.
My last encounter with such a bready, cheese and condiment-stuffed beast was, sadly, further back than my ever-decreasing memory could possibly muster. A gluten-free life is a hoagie-free life... isn't it?
Not anymore.





