Showing posts with label sandwich. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sandwich. Show all posts

Friday, June 29, 2012

180/366: The Sammich

THIS was a good Sammich.

Oven roasted turkey, smokey swiss cheese, apple slices, lettuce and a touch of mayo.

It was a big bite, a big gluten free bite.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Laffy Taffy Sandwich

Do you ever wonder what a child will become?

Do you ever wish you could jump inside that brain and see where it takes you?

Every day, at least once per day I look at Sam and say...'huh?'

I wonder what he is thinking, how he is thinking. If the things in his brain make sense to him, then why don't they make sense to me?

And what is to become of this boy? Engineer? Lawyer? Artist? Chef? Rodeo Clown?

As strange as this culinary experiment appears, it makes total sense to this boy.

Two of his favorite things...rolls (which he got a 12 pack for his birthday, one of the best gifts, he said) and candy. Specifically chewy, sugary candy.

He did eat it, just not as a sandwich. He learned a lesson.

Chewy candy doesn't go well with crumbly bread.

At least he didn't put bar-b-Q sauce on it.

Monday, March 23, 2009

The Almost Perfect Sangwich


Once I started the gluten free diet, sandwiches were no longer on the menu. Gluten Free bread is one of the hardest things to match or be even palatable to the angry, body wrecking gluten bread.

Things have changed. This frozed bread from Glutino is a decent substitute to any bad gluten bread, aside from the 'must toast' rule. Perhaps it is only a good match because gluten bread is so foreign to me I have forgotten what is 'should' taste like.

But this is my gluten free turkey cheddar lettuce tomato on fiber bread sangwich. 'Cause it's only a sangwich when it is this good. (hey, Keith!)

And the plate that you can barely see, hand painted by my dear Grandmother Joyce. I worked at a large craft warehouse type store for a while and I would buy the plates and leave them for my grandma to come in and paint them. These plates were a winner for everyone. I have these amazing plates, she had something to do for free to get out of the house and everyone at the store adored her work and her company (at least they told me they did). I miss you Grandma Joyce!