Tuesday, June 19, 2012

I'll Make You Some Sandwiches

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.

2 comments:

Sioux Roslawski said...

HM--I think during the summer you should have DIYD once a week. Have all the fixin's, the toaster oven ready, and everyone sit around the kitchen counter/table and talk while Dawgood and Dagwood Jr. create their sandwiches.

THAT kind of madmess must stop...

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
Yes, it is time to stop the insanity. However, when left to their own devices, Farmer H will microwave a hot dog, and The Pony will eat a can of Pringles. They cannot survive on their own. Any food preparation that requires conscious thought, or more than 30 seconds, is too much for them to bear.