My GF is awesome at many things, some of them includes food. But when it comes to sandwiches I am simply better at making them precisely how I like them.
And this is where i started a "having said that...."-sentence with the intent of describing the elaborate process of making me the perfect sandwich, but I realize that I can't be arsed typing it all out. Peace.
That is the situation in my household. My wife is one of those people who goes overboard on the primary filling and throws the proportions off. It isn't Katz's deli levels but it is noticeable.
Y’know…. It’s finally been enough years from a certain dirt poor era of my life that sounds really damn good.
There was a time when I swore off them entirely because it was about all that was in the cupboard for a brutally long time. But yeah, starting to sound really interesting.
The “pro-eato” we used to make at one of my first jobs. Pastrami, turkey, and melted provolone on a toasted onion roll with coleslaw and Russian dressing.
2 slices of spelt bread, toasted, ( the real one, not colored wheat), miracle whip with a dash of German mustard, thin roasted pork, real Dutch Gouda, thin slice, a bit of salad (optionally with a few thin pieces of beetroot), 2 small tomatoes on the side with good salt and a bunch of mixed freshly ground pepper (red, white, black) on the tomatoes, comes with it a large cacao. There you go.
first, she makes some foccacia (she is italian). after slicing a lot of thin slices of mortadella and chilli salami from a local butcher she grates a significant amt of mozzarella. thick slices of tomato with salt and pepper on top, a nice handful of basil and parsley and some kewpie mayo and balsamic glaze over it all.
put all that in the fresh foccacia and damn, i cant think of anything better.
edit: i forogt to add some olive oil to the undersides of the bread, and also if im not feeling mortadella, i go champagne ham.
also, thin slices may be controversial, but thick slices dry out the sandwich for me
In the bit, I imagine she should know his sandwich and its peculiars by then.
It differs in that someone else makes it while he continues the important work of sitting and drinking.
I imagine the small mercy in this Al Bundy kinda situation is that his sandwich is probably pretty simple and boring, mayo and baloney sorta thing, instead of a proper lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, oil, peppers, maybe olives and bologna sorta thing.
If I told her, "bish, make me a sammich!", I would get a no-sex sammich. It would be all that I get to eat for days, and it would differ from the sandwich I might make for myself by the number of people involved.
Can't tell you mate, no identificable information from me, but just look for small places like food trucks or tiny establishments with lots of people on the line, and I bet that sandwich will be better than anything someone could do at their home.
Whichever one I've asked for from the local sandwich shop. He probably could make a sandwich at home but I'd have to carry it into the living room to eat anyway, so I'd just make the sandwiches!
I've only ever heard the phrase when a random internet dudebro was trying to show off for their imaginary friends by insulting me for being a woman.
If this thread is for men only, please amend the title. If it's for everyone, amend the text to acknowledge that for half the population it is not a punchline, it is an insult.