Sink your teeth into the backstories of the resort area’s signature sandwiches

By Pam George  |  Photographs by Scott Nathan
From the April 2021 issue


Between two slices of bread, there’s often a story, and it starts in 1762 with John Montagu, the Earl of Sandwich. An avid gambler, he wanted something to eat without leaving his seat, so the cook gave him bread wrapped around meat. The earl became such a fan that the “sandwich” is named for him. 

Over the next two-plus centuries, many cities and regions have put a spin on the sandwich. Philly has the cheesesteak, Maine has the lobster roll, and Louisville, Ky., has the hot brown. On the Delmarva Peninsula, the crab cake sandwich is king.

However, the Culinary Coast is a melting pot, and more than a few restaurants and sub shops sell sandwiches that reflect the background of the restaurateur, chef or concept. Here are some examples — and the stories behind them.

Piping Plovers on the Rebound.

By Lynn R. Parks   |  Photograph by Jay Fleming 
From the Winter 2020 issue


In March, piping plovers will begin arriving at their nesting grounds along the Delaware Bay, having flown north from their wintering spots in the southeastern U.S. and eastern Mexico. And if the past few years are any guide, they will have a successful breeding season.

This past spring, 21 pairs of Charadrius melodus nested at the Point in Cape Henlopen State Park and on Fowler Beach in the Prime Hook National Wildlife Refuge, and raised 51 offspring. Those are the highest numbers the state has seen since 1986, when the plover was placed on the state’s endangered species list and also listed as threatened in the United States.

Thanks to advancements, Type 1 diabetics can lead normal, healthy lives.

By Lynn R. Parks   |  Photographs by Carolyn Watson
From the Winter 2020 issue


It was nearly a decade ago. But Haley Archambault remembers clearly how she felt when told she had diabetes.

“It was really scary,” says the 16-year-old Lewes-area resident. “Every 7-year-old would be scared.”

Haley’s mom, Amanda, had taken her to a pediatrician for treatment of what Amanda thought was a urinary tract infection. Haley had been drinking a lot of water and going to the bathroom frequently, and also had complained of headaches and that her stomach hurt.

“I told her that all she would need to do was pee in a cup, that they would give her an antibiotic and she would be good,” Amanda recalls. “But when they tested her urine, there were high levels of glucose. So they pricked her finger for blood, and when the nurse handed the glucometer to the doctor, he looked at me like, ‘OK, Mom, get ready.’”