A Drunken Crisp Sandwich
OK, so in the sprit of this sandwich, I’ve drunk rather a lot of cider, and decided I should eat something to try to ameliorate the effects. I started with Henry Weston’s Old Rosie, which has a fairly hard kick at 7.3%, but is light enough that you can slam it down fast. Dangerous.
I then staggered to the kitchen where I discovered an open packet of Salt and Vinegar chips, and the drunken cogs started to turn in my mind, spelling out the word ‘sandwich’ to my addled brain. I had already got out the bread, butter and cheese to make the little dude’s school lunch for tomorrow, so it was an easy step to “cheese sandwich with chips”.
I’ve always been in favour of putting chips on things. I really like the crunchy texture. If we have Sloppy Joes, The Bloke often serves them with chips, and I often slip mine inside the sandwich. I love the juxtaposition of the crunch with the softness of the bread and the squish of the butter and whatever other filling.
Because the chips were salt and vinegar, and because I was lazy, and a bit pissed, I decided to go with the cheese and chip sandwich…
Pictured here is a slice of wonderfully yellow (not orange) tasty (read cheddar-esque) cheese on a slice of generic buttered white bread. Also pictured is cider #2 from South Australia. I’m thinking I shoulda made it a cheese Vegemite and chip sandwich to reflect its Australianness… Oh well. The chips are unremarkable S&V, but still fresh enough to provide the required crunch.
The vinegar pairs well with the cheese,and the softness and the crunch are just what I’m looking for. A+. Would eat again.
I’m a mother of two boys. I work selling organic produce to gullible locals, and in my spare time I run as far as I can. Oh, and I live in Australia, married to a US citizen.
I haven’t eaten one drunk yet but I think I’m going to try Vegemite on my next one!
These were suggested fair for those of in basic training who needed to gain weight/muscle mass. In the interest of time, you didn’t have much, you assembled one smashed it down and scarfed it. Usually three slices of cheese mayo and what ever kind of chips they put out for me. Never drunk but always dead tired. Oh, this was in 1984.