Too Early For A Christmas Sandwich?
Turn away now if the mere mention of Christmas in October sends a excruciating frisson of rage pulsating through your veins but yesterday I accidentally hit upon a sanger of such festive jingle bell ball jingling delight and I just simply had to share it with you! (He says, adopting the saccharine tone of some vacant fashion blog)
Anyway, the kitchen suddenly became a hive of activity with smells and sounds that drove the ol' saliva glands into overdrive. The sausage patty, Fort-uitously moist yet crisp was set down first, followed by the spiced cabbage, scalding hot following a two minute ping and then came the bacon, gloriously resurrected and stiff as cardboard. I did begin to falter after that point though and began to dig around for something that would finish the sandwich off, to make it complete. Mustard? Mayo? Salad Cream? Non! None of these would do. Then I spotted a jar of apple sauce, languishing next to last year's runner bean pickle. That would do the job. And it did.
Some people don't like to align themselves with the aggregate church of salt, sweet and savory and this sanger certain ticks those boxes so it might not be for everybody. You might even be staring at the picture right now, thinking "What the fudge?"
I might even stick some turkey in next time around too.