What is it with sandwiches all of a sudden? I do not follow food fads (oh, maybe I do), but at just the moment I realized I like sandwiches, the world seemed to erupt with sandwich stories. And sandwiches, of course.
Or maybe I only noticed the sandwich commotion around me because I was suddenly into it, even if it had been there all along.
I recently discovered the pleasure of just happening to have sliced provolone cheese in the fridge; a need might pop up.
And sliced ham. A need will pop up.
I will admit that in this case, the rye bread with caraway seeds had to be procured.
But there was homemade mustard in the fridge.
Do the non-Euclidean geometry, people!
Ham and cheese sammie. Because sometimes you don't want to braise.