It was eaten before Farmer H came home for supper. But I showed him a picture. Can you believe that guy? He said,
"Looks like an awful lot of pickle."
I love pickle! It worked out just right. I used every slice of my mini dill. This picture is not very flattering. There IS actually meat on the sandwich. Here's a side view:
A few days later, I was making another such sandwich for lunch, and asked Farmer H if he wanted one. "Well, if you're making one for yourself, I guess I'd eat one." Don't get me started! I don't know why he can't just say, "Yes, thanks, I'd like one."
Of course I gave him about 1/4 the onion and pickle that I had on mine. He still had the nerve to say it was too much onion. I guess he can make his own sandwich next time!
Speaking of making sandwiches, I was planning to make a tuna version of this on Wednesday. I had the roll laid out, and the pickles, and was debating the onion as I put the can opener to the tuna can. Which had a date stamped on the lid that said
MARCH 25, 2015
Um. No. I'm sure canned food keeps a long time. After the Apopadopalyspe, as Farmer H calls it, people will be stabbing each other with pointy sticks to get their hands on a 4.5 years expired can of tuna. But right now, I choose to toss that out and make another BBQ pulled pork sandwich.