Okay, I’m reading a murder mystery (The Silkworm) set in England, mostly London, written under a pseud by J.K. Rowling. I swear, it seems like every other day the hero/detective is eating a ‘packet’ of cheese and pickle sandwiches … with no other explanation given. As if it’s like, what else is there to say, a cheese and pickle sandwich is a cheese and pickle sandwich.
Like they are a standardized item, no matter where you get one, it’s going to be exactly the same and not worth talking about.
But American me, is left going, uh? I mean, there must be scores of types of cheese, and almost an equal variety of pickles.
For example, I like the ‘basic’ cheese sandwiches my mother made me as a child: cheap white bread, a slice of American (very bland cheddar) cheese, with some green pickle relish spread on it. Absolutely nothing stellar, but sometime nostalgia hits, you know?
More often I make a grilled cheese and pickle sandwich this way: sourdough bread, spread with yellow mustard on the inside surfaces of bread, sliced swiss cheese, covered with a layer of sliced dill pickles, closely tiled together. Spread the outsides with butter, and toast very slowly in an iron skillet so the cheese gets thorough melted.
My sister however makes her own giardiniera and takes a loaf of italian bread, splits it horizontally, heaps it with slices of cheese (generally at least three varieties) then a thick layer of the drained pickled vegetables, and slices it crosswise into inch or two wide slices. Yummy.
But, would any of those three be considered a ‘cheese and pickle sandwich’ over in England? Or all of them?
If not, what is supposed to be on it?