I am now the proud owner of a sandwich cooker. Not a panini press, no no. The kind I've wanted since I was a small Joanna, that takes your thin slices of nutritionally-deficient bread and crimps the edges together around your chosen fillings to create tiny toasted triangular pockets of joy. It looks exactly like this one, despite the slight price difference.
I bought salsa turkey and muenster and rushed home to make sandwiches. They were delicious. I wish it was here right now. I miss it.
(Again, of course, Alton would not approve. It's a unitasker if ever I saw one.)