The Carls Jr. hamburger chain had a TV ad a few years ago that used as its motto: “If it doesn’t get all over the place, it doesn’t belong in your face.” It seems that what used to be a rather simple dish has grown out of all proportion. I used to be a big fan of sandwiches; and I still am—if I make them myself!
Over the course of the last few years, what has happened to sandwiches is a microcosm of what has happened to American cooking. In a word, there is more of everything, until it is a major production including the beginnings of a salad and the obligatory glop, whether it is mayonnaise, mustard, Russian or Ranch dressing.
Under no circumstances would I make a sandwich if:
- It wouldn’t fit in my mouth
- Most of its contents would drip onto my shirt
My Father and my uncle used to make fun of me because I tended to make sandwiches out of all kinds of meat dishes, which they preferred to eat in splendid isolation from bread, raw and pickled vegetables, salad dressing, and cheese. In fact, my sandwiches were rather simple affairs, and they still are.
Go to Google Images and search for pictures of sandwiches, or click here. You won’t find anything but rather elaborate productions.
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