So the other night, M and I were enjoying some pre-dinner drinks while I cooked us some sammiches. I’m crazy about fried sammiches, so I made a blue cheese/rocket/purple onion/thinly-sliced-apple/chilli flake sammich and a tomato/hot mustard/tabasco/robust cheddar sammich and fried them in butter for our dinner. (Awww yeah.) Feeling inspired, M took to the kitchen. I document what unfolded:
“What are you doing?”
“Just making another sammich. We’ll go halves.”
“Okay, cool, I — is that cayenne pepper?”
“On the pickles, yeah.” M points to that side of the sammich. “Peanut butter, pickles, cayenne pepper.”
“Cool. The other side?”
“Jam and…”
“…blue cheese.”
“Cool.” Ever a lover of blue cheese and peanut butter, and keen to see how they unfolded together, I hung around.
“Craisins! Perfect!”
“There’s some purple onion in the fridge, too.”
The end result: peanut butter, jam, blue cheese, gherkins, craisins, cayenne pepper, purple onion, on rye. Fried in a little butter. (Poorly photographed.)
God help me, it was one of the most delicious sammiches I have ever eaten. I don’t know how he does it. Five stars.
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