Sunday, October 26, 2008
This also happens to be one of my favorite sandwiches: Peanut Butter & Banana. I added a little cinnamon and put it all on toasted wheat and let it heat up in the broiler. I used my grocery store's generic brand peanut butter ($1.50); the banana was 17¢ and I only used half of it so I still have 8.5¢ worth of banana to invest in high interest mortgages or whatever. Call me, Wall Street. We'll talk.
(As you can see, I also ate some apples with more peanut butter, because whatever, I'll throw my money around into all kinds of produce to use as vehicles for peanut butter, I don't even care.)
Friday, October 24, 2008
Will Sandwich Blog be able to weather the faltering economy? Our advertising revenue has been reduced to zero dollars! (From a quarterly high of zero dollars.)
Nechita has it easy up in Canada. He can continue eating his solid gold sandwiches dipped in diamond au jus, but what about the rest of us? Are sandwiches really a recession-proof industry? What about all the money I have invested in various spreads and toppings? What is the bottom line here?!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Does anyone know if Blogger has a way to insert the sad trumpet sound into a post?
Thursday, October 16, 2008
With that warning out of the way, here's a sandwich I ate:
It's the Toasted Chicken Club from Tim Horton's: whole wheat bun, chicken breast, bacon, lettuce, tomato, some weird honey mustard dressing, pretty straightforward, except that it was really awful. The chicken and bacon tasted really microwavey, almost like they were microwaved and not toasted at all. Also, everything about this sandwich seemed oddly small, like they shrunk down a normal sandwich by 25%. The bread was fine, I guess.
Well, there you go, a terrible sandwich I ate. I'm really sorry, I'll try to do better.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Based solely on Strach's penchant for delicious "salad sandwiches" you may think that all vegetarian sandwiches are made with health in mind. Well, today I enjoyed the benignly titled "Asparagus Sandwich," which is less about asparagus than it is about cream cheese (stuffed with it), butter (dipped in it), and Parmesan cheese (fried in it somehow). It was delicious and soul-crushing. So, gentle readers, if you like feeling like you're suffering from a mild yet sustained heart attack but you don't indulge in meats, this is the sandwich for you.
Friday, October 10, 2008
First of all, my apologies for the long absence from the Sandwich Blog. As most loyal readers know, I kick off every fall (generally considered "sandwich season") with an intense sandwich immersion workshop. You may remember that nearly all sandwich immersion programs demand at least a two-month commitment, but I was summarily ejected from the program this year under unpleasant circumstances beyond my control and which I find far too painful to discuss.
You might say to yourself, "that grill pan burn is nothing," or "I've seen worse," or, "I'll show YOU a grill pan burn, Molly. Perhaps you remember when I lost my left arm in a deep fryer during a tandem Croque Monsieur demonstration. Or have you already forgotten you son of a bitch." Well, jesus CHRIST, soldier, don't you deserve a goddamn sandwich medal of honor. I'm just trying to get by here.
Anyway, readers, feel free to contribute your own harrowing tales of sandwich calamity, but be sure to include the type of sandwich you risked life and limb for.
As always, the tip line is open.