I got it in my head last Monday that I wanted to make a Big Cuban Sandwich...however, my roommate and heterosexual life partner, the pseudonymous Craig, had just bought groceries and didn't want to spend any more money. The fact he didn't want a Big Sandwich merely confirmed my suspicions that he is, indeed, a communist. Craig and his pinko ideals notwithstanding, I decided to soldier on and make a sandwich anyway. Not a Big Sandwich, mind you, just a sandwich. I rocked out to the grocery store and came back with bread, tomatoes, and...chicken?
I can never think of anything to do with chicken, so I never buy it. This night though, I had a craving so I got some chicken and made a chicken sandwich. It was nothing spectacular, but it did get the noodle working about what other sandwiches I could explore within the world of chicken. Craig and I revisited the world of chicken sandwiches tonight with the cordon bleu. Again, nothing spectacular, but it was, we agreed, a "damn good sandwich."
Plans for the future: (1) modify regular cordon bleu sandwich and give it the Big Sandwich treatment. (2) begin preliminary testing on the next two potential Big Sandwiches: Chicken Parmesan and Croque Monsieur.
I can never think of anything to do with chicken, so I never buy it. This night though, I had a craving so I got some chicken and made a chicken sandwich. It was nothing spectacular, but it did get the noodle working about what other sandwiches I could explore within the world of chicken. Craig and I revisited the world of chicken sandwiches tonight with the cordon bleu. Again, nothing spectacular, but it was, we agreed, a "damn good sandwich."
Plans for the future: (1) modify regular cordon bleu sandwich and give it the Big Sandwich treatment. (2) begin preliminary testing on the next two potential Big Sandwiches: Chicken Parmesan and Croque Monsieur.
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