How often do people get yoked to their own creation?
And no matter how insistent they later get; interjecting, jumping up and down, loudly articulating everything else they are (unless you’re Tom Cruise in which case you ARE jumping up and down ) they’re often destined to be forever stuck, an arms length away from their own pecking Emu.
For example, whilst I might struggle with the spelling – Snail Porridge is Heston Blumenthal. Car crash TV/supermarket trolley, Richard Hammond.
What’s this got to do with Tuna Mayo Tomato Sandwiches?
To tell you the truth I’m not sure!
Something to do with association?
For me Tuna Mayo is not a home sandwich, it’s a sandwich bar sandwich.
High marble counter, crescendo-ing Gaggia, tuna mix on brown with sliced tomato.
Buttered, filled, cut into quarters deftly wrapped in paper and slid into a brown paper bag at Hamster hammering speed. Was the final flourish an upwards fling to twist the corners of the bag or is that a gesture garnish too far ?
Today’s sandwich has none of that drama or steamed up windows but given it’s nearly Christmas and the whole point of festive feasting is left overs, I can’t believe there’s a fridge that won’t have a Santa’s girth sized jar of Hellman’s to hand.
So to get the snowball rolling I’ve cracked mine open and in the spirit of homemade is best, fixed myself a Tuna Mayo and Double Tomato mini baguette.
Sundried Tomatoes snipped and stirred into the Tuna Mayo with sliced fresh tomato arranged across the top.
And no, before you ask - I don’t think tomato rhymes with Emu – at all …..
