By: Blonde Two
Just an extra Blonde quickie!
I feel honour-bound to update you on yesterday’s cream cheese and honey sandwich experiment.
The sandwich emerged from my rucksack at Nun’s Cross, sooner than expected and, maybe because of this, not looking too mangled in its cling film (marvellous stuff). By then the idea of a dinner/pudding sandwich was not sounding quite so appealing. It was, however, just as well I had brought it because in my haste to leave the house, I had left my much anticipated pasty in the fridge.
Upon visual investigation, it appeared that the deconstruction of my “cheesecake” (you will have to read yesterday’s blog if you don’t understand) had gone a little too far and my snack now resembled a thin band of brownish paste between two slices of slightly limp granary. It tasted quite good though, reminiscent of the Golden Syrup and butter sandwiches of my childhood (feeding kids must have been much easier then).
I am not sure if I can repeat the experiment though. Blonde One said that she would have to consider not being my friend anymore if I continued to eat in such a weird way. I would like to point out here that she did this in such a muddle of double negatives that it is clear that she would not be able to carry out her threat.
Any sandwich ideas? I feel a national event coming on!
The famous peanut butter and jelly ( jam )!
Interesting but have you tried peanut butter with mayonnaise?
Last weekend’s Silver foray up Ryder’s Hill saw me with a Co-op onion baguette filled wih slabs of cheddar and Heinz Sandwich Spread. It filled the first of three lunch stops nicely, but was upstaged by one of the kids with a self constructed lettuce/ pastrami/ caramelised onion chutney/ grated beetroot extravaganza. Most of our girls had family sized Tupperware (each!) of pre cooked pasta with various sauces. The competition is on!
Sandwich spread – how could I have forgotten about it? Another childhood favourite forgotten. Now I want a fish finger sandwich … tricky on Dartmoor!
Cheese and mother-in-laws homemade tomato chutney was the order of the day for me on Dartmoor yesterday. Alternatively cheese and gherkin in a French stick is amazing, or cheese and pickled red cabbage in a pitta (although gets a bit soggy!!!) A bit of a cheese theme going on there!!!!
Banana, clotted cream and brown sugar was a real favourite as a teenager and would have the perfect combination of treat and sustenance for Dartmoor.
Now that is surely a deconstructed banoffee pie? It would appear that we are making sandwiches far too complicated these days.
Is it just me that’s finding all this a bit weird? What’s wrong with a good old ham sandwich?!
Best eaten warm but still yummy cold – Bacon, Avacado & Philly in an onion bagel (best in a bagel, crusty bready is OK if you are bagel-less).
They all sound lovely but surely a bagel will only lose filling in a rucksack sized package – nobody likes sucking cling film mid moor!
No! – lost filling is due to inadequate cling film application……..its a bit like swaddling a baby (er…not in cling film obviously).
Or……(sorry but food is one of my favourite, and dare I say it, my specialist subject – so expect a barrage of suggestions…)
Caramlised red onion with roast beef, this time a baguette is needed. Or crusty bread. No to a bagel on this occasion, too claggy.
Or…….green pesto, tomato & parma ham – baguette only. Because I’m a massive fatty, I would add in a bit of mozzeralla………
Try marmite and mashed banana – yum! Can’t remember if I ever gave you Grandmother sandwiches? Bread spread thickly with butter with a rich tea biscuit inside – ‘Just for the journey home,’ – Your Granny got so cross about these delicacies! Your Dad’s Aunt Elizabeth used to make the children ‘sugar butties’ with butter and demerara sugar. The bread for both of these was standard white sliced. No one worried too much about rotting teeth then!
Love, Mum x
Not sure we ever had any of those – I did have egg mayonnaise and marmite recently. That was very nice.
I am putting marmite and banana on a bagel right NOW! Sounds amazing!
Oh nooooooo, no bananas in the house.
I have several times feasted on home-made raspberry jam and Branston Pickle, best eaten above 2000 feet in pouring rain, with a gentle zephyr, not less than force 9. Not intentionally, you understand, but they sort of get bunged together in the box. The jam and pickle, not the rain and breeze. Cheese and ginger cake for afters, smeared with a liberal amount of butter and squashed inside some nice home-made Spelt Bread. Now that’s the stuff! The Roman army marched 30 miles a day with 65 lbs of armour per man, on a diet largely consisting of Spelt bread. So I have read.
P.S. Love the pony pic.