Simple Sandwich Day — How do you make yours?
Last night’s dinner was just a simple ham and cheese panini, made on our griddler, with a side of collard greens and pickles. Marc and I noted that none of this was blog-worthy, at least as far as recipes are concerned, but it didn get us thinking and talking about sandwiches and how, for different people, the art of the sandwich means so many things.
I’ve come to realize that over the years, I pretty much don’t like a cold sandwich — except for a cold sub. A sub shouldn’t be warm or toasted or Quizno’s-ed, because there’s nothing grosser than hot lettuce. That said, a plain sandwich with cheese and meat and bread (especially if that meat is ham…) should be warm. At least for me. That’s just how I roll (yuk, yuk, yuk).
Another thing that differs from person-to-person — especially in our house — is the sandwich “lubrication” (if you will). I was raised with sandwiches being made with buttered bread, and it’s what I like. Obviously, you can’t get butter on your sandwiches out in the world, and to some it may be gross (which is something I NEVER realized until I moved to Boston — I thought everyone buttered their sandwiches…), but to me, it’s perfect. Marc’s more of a mustard kind of guy — he’s not too picky about the kind of mustard he uses, though. To me, butter, mayo, mustard, whatever, it all has to be spread evenly and on all ends of the bread, but that’s not so for everyone. Apparently, I’m very neurotic.
I’m also neurotic about the placement of the filling of the sandwich. I don’t like deli sandwiches that are piled high with thick slices of fatty meat. I prefer RAZOR thin slices and just enough meat to taste it. Man Vs. Food would find me incredibly dull. Aaaand, the cheese on the sandwich needs to be on the top of the meat — and not surrounding it. The general construction of the sandwhich something that Marc and I have differed on, up until the point that he (and I) insisted that when we have sandwiches, I need to make my own, or I won’t be satisfied. Again, neuroses. I have them.
My brother, who I love very much, has a thing that he’s trying to work on, where if something falls out of his sandwich and onto his plate (not even onto the ground or the table…) he cannot eat it. If the ENTIRE contents of his sandwich hit the plate, it’s dead to him, no questions asked. As I just stated, I think this is something that he’s working on, but it’s a real thing.
How are you about your sandwiches? Are they merely a simple food for you, or do you get quirky about placement of meat, type of cheese, “lubrication”, etc.?