As a refined individual you prefer the truly luxurious things in life: crustless sandwiches and well-groomed facial hair. No one can blame you for having your priorities in order.
What is this gingerbread man singing about? First thought, "Frosty the Snowman" but look at his jaunty little hat and dramatic wide stance! He must be in the middle of an epic Vivaldi piece or something. He's serious. I'm going to let him finish his song before I eat him.
Making someone a sandwich, even as humble and simple as a good ol' pb&j is a real act of love. Just think of all the sandwiches you've eaten; aren't those made by someone especially for you a million times tastier than the ones you've made for yourself?