The sourdough bread smells pretty good while it’s toasting. Even this stuff, which isn’t as good as it could be. But it’s still pretty good. While it’s toasting I’ll just get the rest of the stuff I want out… What’s that song I’m humming? It’s “Barnacle Bill the Sailor”. My, how those old Popeye episodes stay with you. Ah gikgikgikgikgik! Yeah, I can still do the Popeye laugh. Hey Rock! Watch me pull a rabbit outta mah hat! Nuthin’ up mah sleeve! Presto! Rawrrr! Still have Bullwinkle down. Chicks dig it when you can do a good Bullwinkle. There. That should be enough stuff for my sandwich. And there goes the toaster. What a cheery little ding it has when the toast is done. Of course it has the same cheery little ding when it burns the crap out of the toast. The toaster is stupid. But it’s good toast today! One piece of toast for the bottom. And one piece of toast for a hat. Toast pants and toast bonnet, ha! I slay me. Toast clothes. What will I think up next? But this sandwich isn’t going to build itself. Some of that roast beef. Wait. How old is this roast beef? It smells alright. Maybe just a little nibble to be sure. Yeah, it tastes good enough. Maybe I should have given some to Lucy to test it and not taken the chance with myself. But what would that prove? Lucy’s a dog. She’d eat it if it were furry. Just puke it up later if it was no good. The dog is stupid. Now some spicy mustard. Spicy mustard in a squirt bottle, what will they think of next? I get my mustard and I don’t have to dirty up a knife. Genius! You know what would be good on here now? Pepperoni. Yeah, pepperoni is way good on a sandwich. Not as good as bacon, because bacon is the king of cured meats. But bacon takes some cooking and I don’t want to do any cooking. That’s why I’m making a sandwich here, isn’t it? Yes, it is. Anyway, do we even have pepperoni? Noooooo. But we have some hard salami. That’s good enough. Well, had hard salami now. Tomato time. Hi, my name is Tom Ato. That’s what I’d call myself if I wanted to be named after a vegetable. Fruit. Tomatoes are technically fruits. But you use them like a vegetable. Whatever. How about Pat Tato. No, that’s just stupid. Like Tom Ato isn’t? Oh well. Huh, I should get around to sharpening this knife. Not cutting through this tomato like it used to. Maybe I should get one of those TV knives. They have to be good, they have a lifetime guarantee. Is that my lifetime, or the knife’s lifetime. If it breaks, would they just say “sorry, you’re knife’s life is over” and I wouldn’t get a new knife? But who cares? I’m not getting a knife off of TV anyway. It’s probably junk. Probably a stupid knife anyway. And my tomato is sliced anyway, so who needs a TV knife? Not me! Lettuce. Don’t need no knife for lettuce. You just tear it up. Boop boop boop boop boo- the Bionic Lettuce Tearer! No, I don’t think it’s even possible to watch too much TV. Now for the last piece of toast… Wait… Wait… That’s not right… Cheese! Cheese! Give my creation! CHEESE! And a side of Fritos too. Some cheese and some Fritos. That would make this one good sandwich. Yup, one good sandwich. And a Coke to wash it down. But first I have to cut it in half. Crosswise, not into rectangles. It’s better cut crosswise, I read that somewhere. Man! That just dirtied up the knife I kept clean with the squeezy mustard! Well, that’s just the way things go. Bon appetite to me.
-Rue.
Note to self: Buy Rue some spaces and indentations for Christmas next year.
Why is this a sandwich and not a sammich? Is it a high falutin’ sammich just because it has spicy mustard and salami? If it was just baloney and American cheese with mayo would you have called your thread “A Sammich” instead?
Me, I call em all sammiches. That way no one sammich thinks it’s better than any other sammich, though sometimes a particular sammich tastes better than another sammich because that’s the sammich I really wanted right then. Speaking of sammiches I had a good one Saturday for lunch. I also had a good one last night for supper. It was the same sammich. See, I went to the other good Italian restaurant for lunch Saturday with ACBG and some friends. I ordered their really good Italian sub sammich. It’s a big sammich and comes with a pile o’ tater chips, so I only ate half of it. I took the other half home and ate it last night with some more tater chips and washed it down with some Diet Coke. A lot of times I wash my sammiches down with milk but this sammich called for some soda. Of course at lunch Saturday it called for some iced tea. Maybe this sammich is a sammich that just needs some caffiene to wash it down. The real reason I wasn’t able to eat the whole sammich on Saturday (other than it being a big sammich) is that ACBG just had to have this big fried onion appetizer which we (all six of us) ate. I got kinda full from the onion. Plus the bread sticks. The bread sticks came with the salads. I prolly shouldn’t have eaten the bread sticks since I didn’t order a salad, but I did anyway.
Sammiches. Always good eats.
Note to self: Ask Rue to make me a sammich sometime. And make sure he stays on his meds.
Did someone say toast bonnet? I didn’t have toast today. I didn’t have time. I was up, in the shower, then out the door. After having got out of the shower. And dressed. Then I was out the door.
Also, we have this weird bread that is both white and brown. It looks white but it has (allegedly) got all the properties of brown bread. Except brownness. I don’t like it very much.
We have two new sheep. They are called Anthony and Mariama. Anthony is a curious sheep. Mariama is from Senegal. She speaks French.
Love,
Puddin’, who still pops in occasionally.
Yay welby posted!
Maybe the little woman slips Rue’s meds in his sammiches so he’ll take em. You know, like how you try to fake out the dog to take meds by puttin’ it in cheese?
I made a sammich yesterday that was a work of art.
Spent an hour and a half slow roasting a beef bottom round, drenched in garlic and powdered onion, and a generous coating of meat tenderizer, and after it cooled, I ran it through my home slicer (it slices food, not homes, BTW).
Took the drippings, and added a cup of boullion broth, and heated it up good. Then, I sauteed onions until brown. Took a hunk fo French bread, and added my roast beast, Provolone cheese, the onions, all the horseradish I had in the jar 
, and then I nuked it long enough for the cheese to melt and the bread to soften. Poured some of the juice into a bowl, and I had the best French Drip sammich of my life. And I meant “drip” and not “dip”, because I usually wear some of it anyway. Yesterday was no exception.
It’s 8:30 in the morning, and I’m at work, and by Og, now I’m just dying for a sandwich/sammich. Curse you all.
MMMMMMMM… French Drip sammich! Now I want me one of those. Not so bad that I won’t still have my leftover pasta from Friday night for lunch today, but one day this week I gots to have me a French Drip sammich! It’s all VunderBob’s fault. 
Why do I have leftover pasta from Friday night, you ask? See, Friday night we went to the real good Italian place for dinner to celebrate a friend’s big 5-0. I ordered the bowtie pasta with chicken, prosciutto (close enough), sun dried tomatoes and creamy garlic sauce. It’s a big bowl of pasta so I only ate half. Plus I had to have some fried calamari as an appetizer which I ordered and the unoogied out of us shared. Plus, the good bread with the olive oil and garlic dipping stuff. I tend to spoil my dinner in case y’all haven’t noticed that yet. So, today, the leftover pasta is lunch. MMMMMMMM… leftover pasta!
That’s my favorite line. 
A lovely stream of consciousness ramble about what goes through one’s head while making a work of art that is the sandwich or even more special sammich. Bravo!
Now I want a sammich, then again I almost always want a sandwich.
Holy Moly! This week’s MMP starting OUT with the food stuff??? :eek: What is this world coming to?
I had a meatball sub sammich from the restaurant round the corner on Friday night. It was pretty good and the meatballs were homemade. Funny, though, they were shaped more like footballs than meatballs but tasty. They also make a faaaaaabulous fried grouper sammich and their burgers are great as well. I don’t think they have an MLT though.
But what’s this about putting mustard on roast beast?? Well, to each his own, I guess.
I am not a big fan of French Drip sammiches mainly cause I don’t care for “ow juice.” I do like roast beast with hoss raditch on it but “ow juice” just tastes like ass to me. So there. 
Oh, the other sammich I had this weekend was whole wheat pita stuffed with lemon-garlic-oregano-flavored hummus. It’s lo-cal don’tcha know and that darn scale is still not afraid of the garage door. Hmmmph!
Know what’s a great sammich? Amato’s Italian sammiches, that’s what. I always get 'em when I’m in the area 'cause like 'em so much. You can’t make them properly at home unless you get the right sour pickles, but fortunately Amato’s is perfectly willing to sell you a jar of pickles so you can make a sammich at home if you really want to. It’s usually best to just go to Amato’s, though. There’s nothing Italian about it except the olive oil, but it’s a great sammich. It might just be the best food ever, except maybe for the veal cutlets with prosciutto and provelone in marsala wine sauce I had on Thursday.
There was a thread in IMHO a few days ago about Philly Cheesesteaks. It made me hungry for one so I went and bought a steak and American Cheese for it. I found something called Sharp American Cheese at the grocery store. I didn’t know there was Sharp American. It made a really good cheesesteak. We also talked about Scotch Eggs last week and I ended up making a batch last night.
It seems I’m susceptible to food suggestions. I’ll be okay as long we don’t start discussing Chicken Fried Steaks again because that makes a real mess in the kitchen. I resisted last time 'cause they were only mentioned in passing. I’m not sure if I could do it again.
Now I really am impressed. Rue, you talked food and recipes, and even Exgineer has chimed in without complaint!
Me, I got nothing. Except I like my sandwiches with jalapeno pepper monteray jack cheese.
Have I mentioned the enormous chicken fried steak sandwich made with a ribeye, cream gravy and a giant biscuit the size of a frisbee?
I think I have.
I ate sammiches just about every day for lunch last week - and I’m having one today as well. See, I’m getting myself back into the cooking groove after the holidays, but until my freezer is re-stocked, I have to stick with the sammiches from the work cafeteria. I am intensely boring, so I have the same sammich every day - turkey on wheat with lettuce, tomato, onion, black olives, mustard, and pepper - no salt.
I did go out to dinner last night to the Melting Pot. First time there. It was - eh. I like fondue, but when I go out to restaurants, I mainly want a big chunk of red meat, and I wasn’t getting it there. And the chocolate fondue wasn’t chocolate enough.
I am going out to dinner tonight - a great Asian fusion place. It’s so great that when my parents were here last week, we went there for dinner 3 out of 4 nights! The fourth (which was actually the third), we went to Longhorn steakhouse, and I had me a half-rack of babyback ribs. Yum.
Susan
Hmm, either the Melting Pot is a chain or not uniquely named or you live in the same city as I do. If that is the case and you like sandwiches, I highly recommend Mazzaro’s Italian Market. They make a mozzarella and tomato sub that is absolutely wonderful. I never thought a sandwich who’s main ingredients were cheese and tomato could be so good. They have other sandwiches, too, but that one is my favorite.
The Melting Pot is a chain. Correction, over-priced, over-rated chain.
It’s a chain. The Elf took me there for my birthday last year and it was fabulous. But we went whole hog, drinks, cheese fondue appetizer, salads, huge plate of meats and veggies to cook in the wonderful broth bubbling away in it’s hot pot, then chocolate fondue dessert. Best birthday dinner ever. I caught a peek at the bill… Wow. It was really expensive. He must love me.
And my favorite sandwich is the one someone else makes me. Actually I seem to be coming down with a cold and it is affecting my memory. I’m sure I have a favorite sandwich, I just can’t think of it now.
Sheesh… now I’m hungry too. And I even had a good breakfast of yogurt, 1/2 a bagel toasted with PB. Yum, nice melted PB on a whole grain bagel. Boy, I felt so healthy and good. But now I’m hungry. Hmm… Girl Scout cookies got delivered to the office today. I didn’t buy any, but I bet someone would share… so much for my healthy start to the day.
::runs off to scrounge for cookies::