Yeah, I watched Bad Santa the other night. That sandwiches line always cracks me up. The whole movie cracks me up. It is SO VERY WRONG. And so very funny. But not for everybody. Like people without a sense of humor, or moral people, or anybody under the age of 21.
What a coincidence that I had planned on making big sandwiches for supper tonight. It's been so hot. No need to heat up the kitchen by cooking. But I forgot what a production a simple sandwich can be.
The Pony required his whole-wheat roll cut completely in half and toasted in the oven. Then the ham needed to be warmed on the toasted bread. Then sliced tomato and diced onion added. With a dill pickle on the side.
Farmer H wanted his whole-wheat roll split, not halved. No toasting. His ingredients included ham, turkey, pepper jack cheese, tomato, sliced onion, sliced pickle, and shredded lettuce. But the bread, meat, and cheese needed to be warmed in the microwave. Then the other ingredients added, topped with spicy mustard.
I had planned on tuna salad. But when it was finally time to make my own sandwich, I settled on dumping some tuna out of the can onto my split whole-wheat roll. Then I added mayo, sliced pickle, diced onion, sliced tomato, and shredded lettuce. The whole thing would have held together much better if the tuna salad had been completed. Note to self.
So, that's how I came to spend forty-five minutes making sandwiches tonight. Thank the Gummi Mary, the #1 son is still away at Boys State. That might have been the sandwich that broke this old camel's back.