So, the talk turns to toasted sandwiches. 'Can your fiancé cook?' I ask my dear friend Noo. She collapses in hysterical laughter. 'No, he puts funny ingredients in things. Like that time we were eating spaghetti Bolognese and I asked "what's that taste in this, I can't quite put my finger on it?"
"Oh, that's ginger" he said. We collapsed again into fits of laughter.
"So, I said, just toasted sandwiches for him then?"
"Oh, no way, said Noo, I can't trust him with them!"
And the final touch? Salt and pepper on the outside! Oohh...now I have not tried this and am most excited about my next toastie, which I think I will make myself because I also like grainy mustard in mine, but not too much, just a tiny slither for that hint of taste.
No, there needs to be a fair amount of love put into making the perfect 'toastie', as with life, you take out the love and there is nothing. There is an emptiness, a bland taste and still the need to fill the lonely vaccumous void. I would love to hear your ‘toasted sandwiches’ creations, feel free to comment with them. Until then, enjoy!
Oh Dani dear, the rumour's going 'round
ReplyDeleteThe sanga is no sanga
withoout the sourdough, stoney ground'
And, too a slice of tomato, delicately hewed
From top class hydroponics (too early for home grewed!)
And 'neath the grill she goes, slowly, bit by bit
'Cause sangas in the sanga press
Most always most always come out
HARD AS BRICKS!
And choose your cheddar wisely
Do not resort to Kraft
Or else your fellow toasters
Will think yer bloody daft...
Tony