My favorite burger joint in Dallas, called Hunky’s just in case anyone was wondering, makes a mean Chicken-fried steak sammich. Their burgers are so good it’s difficult not to order one; but every once in a while I’d get one. Their onion rings were also a thing to write home about. They’d slice the onions when you ordered, batter them with a tempura batter and fry them right then and there. You just can’t get fresher or better onion rings even at home. Hunky’s is right on the corner of Cedar Springs and Throckmorten, caddy-corner from J.R’s in case you’re in Dallas and get a hankerin’.
The absolutely very best sammiches of my life were from when I lived at home. Mom was into baking and would produce some fabulous grainy breads that were yummy enough on their own, but were even better when I’d wander in from another evening of misspent youth, and have a hankerin’ for something to accompany the hops and barley food group of which I’d already had many servings. 
Rooting about in the fridge like some sort of hound, sniffing, opening tupperware containers, tossing items on the counter like the culinary mad scientist that I was, sammiches would grow on the plate to a level of sammichery of which Dagwood would be proud. Meats, cheeses, peanut butter, onions, lettuce, tomato, garlic, fish (yes-I once consumed a lobster tail with onions and peanut butter on rye) horseradish, thousand island, and so forth would enter the creation. Usually, about 3/4 of the way through, I’d be interrupted by “What is that evil thing you’re making?” spoken by Mom, who awakened to the sound of either a) her youngest son was home and making something to eat, or b) mutant termites the size of a 52 Cadillac were eating the western end of the house. Attempting to look innocent, I’d reply, “A sammich” which wasn’t particularly convincing (the look, that is) as my cologne bore a strong resemblance to cigarettes and beer. 
Mom would invariably look at the pile of ingredients, squinch up her face, and flee the kitchen, allowing me to revel in the gustatory glee of my latest concoction, before effecting rudimentary cleanup and a state of snore. Hall of fame sammiches they were, starting with Mom’s homemade bread. 
My computer has ants. Well, actually my computer desk has ants. Leel black ants that make me feel bad to spray them. Why would they decide my computer desk is a good place to be? I don’t eat in here. Which reminds me, somebody mentioned their horribly unbalanced dinner. I got you beat. Salty licorice and pistaccio nuts for me. I’ll have a slice of sour cream apple pie when it’s done. What? It’s fruit!
Kalley, it appears we were not the same person in a future past life. Tuna sammiches must have mustard, mayo, sweet pickle relish, water chestnuts and bamboo shoots. On multi-grain crackers. Did the magic eight ball say anything about a boyfriend for me?
Roll top desks are upsetting to me. They’re very deceitful, hiding their clutter, making you think the owner/operator is tidy when they’re not. They’re not!
I agree with swampbear!
Nanner mayo sammiches are yummy! I’ve eaten those since I was a kid. They are especially good with a side of corn chips. I used to eat chopped olive sammiches too. Black chopped olives mixed with mayo on cheap white bread. I haven’t had one of those in years. The weirdest sammich I ever ate was a peanut butter/ mustard one that was put together by my sister (mistakenly she says) I only ate it because we were trapped in a car on a long road trip and it was the only one left and I was starving. My sis ate the ham/ jelly sammich. She didn’t think it was bad, the pb/mustard would have been better on toast though.
The only proper condiment for roast beef is a little ketchup.
My favorite all time sandwich is composed of baked ham, extra sharp cheddar, a slice of tomato and a dab of good honey mustard on a toasted roll.
When dining out I like the meatball sub at Subway’s and the turkey pannini at Panera.
One of my favorite sandwiches is from a little deli in another town, it’s quite a drive so I don’t get them often. (This place has great pumpernickel and rye breads.) You choose 2 meats and 2 cheeses and a bread, and I often choose turkey/smoked provolone, pastrami/swiss with good mustard on toasted light rye with a good sour pickle. Mmmm
The only proper food for ketchup is a scotch egg. Although I’d eat a scotch egg before I would even have ketchup on my plate.
And you all know how I feel about scotch eggs.
Why aren’t I in bed?
The President, Donald Rumsfeld and Dick Cheney are flying on Air Force One. George looks at Rumsfeld, chuckles and says, “You know, I could throw a $1,000.00 bill out the window right now and make somebody very happy.”
Rumsfeld shrugs his shoulders and says, “Well, I could throw ten $100.00 bills out the window and make 10 people very happy.”
Cheney says, “Of course, then, I could throw one-hundred $10.00 bills out the window and make a hundred people very happy.”
The pilot rolls his eyes, looks at all of them and says to his co-pilot, “Such bigshots back there… hell, I could throw all of them out the window and make 56 million people very happy.”
And that’s just in the U.S.
This post acutally made me go get a similar sandwich from the diner down the street this morning. Nothing like meat and gravy for breakfast.
I beg to differ. If you have the thin Lay’s tater chips they go underneath the nanners when you make the sammich. Then you have to scrunch the sammich down to break all the tater chips.
Mayo doesn’t belong anywhere NEAR a nanner.
They are called Mississippi riverboats, or “paddlewheelers”. If the paddlewheel is in the back, they are called “stern wheelers” because they are very grim and implacable. If the wheel is on the side of the boat, they are called “side wheelers” for no good reason.
A Peanut Butter and Nanner Sammich
First you take two slices of white (light) bread. No fancy breads, no wheat breads, WHITE bread. Toast them.
Smear one side of one of the slices of toast with peanut butter. Don’t be skimping on the peanut butter. You want lots.
Unwrap a nanner. Cut it in half, longways. Like you’re making a nanner split. (While you got the nanners out, unwrap another one and cut it longways and make a nanner split. It’ll keep your energy up while you make the sammich.) Take the two halves and smoosh them into the peanut butter side by side. If there’s still some room left on the bread not taken up by the nanner halves, unwrap another nanner and cut it longways and smoosh as many halves in as you can until your whole piece of toast with peanut butter is covered with nanners too.
Drizzle the nanners lightly with honey. (Lightly = just less that half a pound of honey. Remember who made this sammich famous. You could use less honey if you want. You could use fewer nanners if you want. You could use less peanut butter if you want. You could not toast the bread first if you want. You could be a no good punk if you want.)
Top the whole stack with the other piece of toast. The honey will hold it in place.
By now your skillet should be nice and hot because you’ve been heating it since you started toasting the bread. Even though I didn’t tell you before. Sometime when making a sammich you have to show initiative. Melt a knob of butter in the skillet so it gets all hot for the sammich frying. (A “knob” of butter is a good size chunk of it. You can use margarine if you want.)
Slap the sammich into the hot butter (or margarine) and fry up one side. Flip the sammich over and fry up the other side. Slap the fried nanner sammich onto a plate and cut it in half (the sammich, not the plate) on the diagonal.
Eat the fried peanut butter and nanner sammich.
It’s a sammich fit for a King. Uh huh huh.
Speaking of nanners, one of my favorite practical jokes involves a nanner and a needle ‘n’ thread.
Somewhere around the middle of the nanner, use the needle ‘n’ thread to go all the way around the nanner just under the skin. Be careful to minimize the number of places the needle comes back out. Anyways, go all the way around so the thread maked a loop, and once you’re back at the beginning, pull on the thread so the nanner is cut in half with the peel intact. Then wait for someone to eat the nanner. They’ll peel it and half of it falls to the floor…
The look on VunderKind’s 6 year old face was priceless when I did this to him the first time.
YAY! Homebrew tried a nanner sammich and liked it. I think cool ranch Doritos would be acceptable. I like plain ol tater chips like welby said but I am not opposed to experimentation. Heck, I’ve been known to use Fritos. See, y’all, my big time SDMB crush knows I have taste. So There! 
the keek has good taste too.
FCM the only place I have room for a big chandelier is in my garage. Reckon it’d look ok there?
Ex I’m so glad you like the outfit. I felt Skip needed a cheerleader. If y’all want to know what we’re talking about you’ll have to go to Skip’s Magic Board to see. That’s all I’m sayin’.
I will keep on saying this until everybody sees the light:
Nanner and mayo sammiches are a symbol of all that is good and wholesome.
-swampbear (I bought nanners yesterday so I’m havin’ me a nanner sammich for lunch)
Linky-link?? As if I have time to peruse yet another message board. :rolleyes:
I did not try the nanner-mayo sammich as I only had one nanner left and needed that for my afternoon snack today. I coulda packed some scraps of bread with mayo and chips and saved a slice or so of my snack nanner and tried it today but I was too lazy so I didn’t. Ergo, (or some such latin whatsis) the nanner-mayo sammich experiment will have to wait.
kalley, you must follow up the eightball question with the “ask the nanner” question just to be sure. See if you think the question and then cut off the end of the nanner right near the stem (at least I think it’s the stem. If not, try the other end. Hell, try both ends.), there will be a “Y” if the answer is “yes” and a “dot” if the answer is “no.” Then you can use the rest of the nanner in a sammich…or a split, if you want.
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Ain’t it purty?
Purtier than a speckled pup, swampy!
Right. The faaabulously gay designer *doesn’t * have a chandelier in his garage? You expect us to believe that?
Nanner and mayo sammiches and no chandelier in your garage. Just how gullible do you think we are?!
Sounds good, Bob. Looking forward to it.
I had a pepperoni and cheddar sammich on Italian bread last night (we’re all out of mozzarella - which is the only True and Right cheese for pepperoni sammiches). No dressings or other slimy things. Just the bread, cheese, and pepperoni.
When I was in 2nd grade, I would only eat cheese sammiches for lunch. Everyday. Accepted no substitutes. White bread (Town Talk, since this was in Pittsburgh), Hellmann’s mayo (no Miracle whip for me, no sirree), and one slice of Kraft american cheese. For an entire year. [yummy noises]
I had a PB&J for breakfast - homemade PB, imported strawberry jelly, on wheat bread. Not homemade wheat, which would up the quality, though. Have to get to making bread again…
Susan
When I was in Kindergarten I had PB&J practically every day. My mother finally asked me if I was getting tired of them and would like a different kind of sammich. I asked for and received a Peanut Butter sammich. That’s all. Bread and Peanut Butter. I learned a valuable lesson that day. The jelly or other moist adjunct is there for a reason.
Rue, your nanner sammich is a work of art. bows in deep reverence