an old camp song...
Sandwiches are beautiful, Sandwiches are fine
I like sandwiches I eat them all the time
I eat them for my dinner, I eat them for my lunch
If I had a hundred sandwiches, I'd eat them all at once
I once met an old man who had a loaf of bread
He saw that I had tuna fish
He looked at me and said
"Your tuna fish is lonely, and my loaf of bread is bare,
We could have some sandwiches if you would care to share"
Now a sandwich can be egg or cheese or
even peanut butter
They all taste so good to me
It really doesn't matter
Ham or Jam Or Cucumber Anything will do
I like sandwiches
How Bout You?
Now a sandwich made of mice would be just right for an owl
A sandwich made of garbage for a skunk who's on the prowl
Honey for the Honeybee, Duckweed for the duck
A sandwich made of clover for the old woodchuck because
Chorus (A few times)
And that's the end
Saturday's two AM Reuben was a sight to behold, the grilled buttered bread and pink pink salty meat struggling mightily to make amends for the miserly application of kraut.
In Santa Cruz, Mike kneaded the dough for his definitive breads with dirty fingernails -- and if it was that finger-jam that made his flour-dusted potato bread the perfect platform for turkey, avocado, red onion, and mayo that it was, then I love it.
If only I was so well-versed in world history and conquest as set and edgar... I move about in the modern sammiche world with no appreciation for the sammiche struggles and conquests that made it possible for me to partake of an Italian sub with Chicago-style giardiniera one day and one of those Vietnamese turkey sammiches with the shredded carrots, cucumbers, and hot red sauce the next. (If only we could get them to slather on a spicy Thai peanut sauce, we'd be a bundle of slathering mouth we would, yes.)
mmmmmmmmm . . . Thai peanut sauce . . .
Crammed into a hard french roll with dry turkey, shredded carrots, diced cucumber, maybe some bean sprouts.
And cilantro. I forgot -- lots of fresh cilantro.
That sounds like one of our preferred work lunches.
On a very fresh roll, they put chicken (not a turkey country!), carrot, cucumber, mayonnaise, coriander (translate to cilantro), and a bucket load of chili, green onion, and some mystery ingredients. We ring up and order them, and then someone out to collect them. Some odd-bods add cheese. I was pleased to see yesterday that they segregated my cheese-free roll from those contaminated with that yellow stuff.
They also do fresh rice paper rolls, my favourites, with chicken and prawn (shrimp) and other stuff, with a peanutty sauce. Unfortuntely the rice paper roll lady was on holidays yesterday - the nerve!!!
shepaints, given that there is nothing inherently wrong with a cheese and tomato or cucumber sammich, I would say the only place to fuss about would be the quality of the ingredients. A fine, non-commercial bread, a good quality cheese (sharp aged cheddar is my preference), a RIPE tomato, or a well-chilled crispy English cucumber. Sometimes, it's not about the razzle dazzle, it's only about the ingredients.
Now, I was flippant earlier regarding the fine sammich fare in Ireland. Having honeymooned there, we had great pub food, including fantastic sammiches. Now, you thought the Brits were insensitive to the Irish....here is my sammich story from our honeymoon:
Mrs. cav and I were enjoying a fine dinner and a tipple at one of Wexford's 'Pubs of Distinction' when two 'Merican lasses sit down next to us. They begin perusing the sammiches. One says to the waiter, in typical 'Merican fashion "EXCUSE me?"
The waiter, with perfect polite charm says: "Ah yes, miss. What can I do for you?"
"WHAT'S Egg Mayonnaisse??"
"Ahh, yes. Well, you take some egg and cook it, and chop it up, and put mayonnaisse in it."
"OH. Why don't you just call it EGG SALAD then???"
"Yes, miss, you are right. It should be called egg salad. If we continue to call it egg mayonnaisse, then the terrorists indeed win. Would you like a side of freedom fries with that?"
Okay, except for the last two sentences, the story is absolute truth.
Knowing the Irish, he was thinking as much, or something similar, even if he didn't say it. An egg mayonnaise and egg salad are not the same thing.
mmmmmmmmm . . . egg salad sammiches . . .
It was the charm and the diplomacy, Set, that separated our Irishman from the 'Mericans like egg mayonnaisse and egg salad, or hummus and humus.
Put them all in between two slices of heavy wheat bread and send it over here, will ya?
Thanks, sweetie . . .
Mmm....thinly sliced grilled Thai flank steak, rare, red leaf lettuce, spicy peanut sauce, sweet sweet tomatoes and marinated red onions....getting hungry now...
Ain't a sammich a sublime thing, Boss?
omg cav, bring on the thai sammiche!
The secret is a few mint leaves tossed in with the chopped lettuce....
Mmmm, just had a lazy sweet potato green curry over linguine with, and now you've got me thinking sandwiches. It's no wonder this gut keeps growing.
I'm also rather fond of those sammiches which
are placed in a waffle-iron kind of device and
toasted and melted......
Had some nice sammiches this evening...fresh wholemeal bread, butter, mustard, ham.
Cup of tea. Marvellous.
Sammiches. You know it makes sense.
I just finished a nice peanut butter and jelly.
It's been a bagel day. Sorry, sammiches.