I am a firm believer in the holy trinity of starches. Pasta, rice, and bread comprise probably 19 of every 20 meals I eat, but of these, the sandwich is definetly king. Today, for my inaugeral Scary Dinner-on G-Rad post, I'd like to take a look back on Lydia's Most Memorable Sandwiches in Chronological Order.
1. Tomato and Cream Cheese on Supermarket Whole Wheat. This is the sandwich of my childhood, which I ate every single school day from K-5 and beyond. My mama would pack my lunch bag, which embarrassed me because it was of the canvas, reusable variety and not a paper bag like all the cool kids had. Tomato and cream cheese is rivaled in its simplicity and deliciousness only by cream cheese and cucumber, which is lovely when you are sick of how commercial tomatos don't actaully taste like anything.
2. Bread and Butter. This was the "special treat" sandwich when my mama made bread, and it got me made fun of in high school by people who think that butter is not a sandwich. My friend Rei has said that seeing my lunch once made him want to have kids, so he could be as cool as my parents. The lunch was this sandwich, an apple, one store bought cookie, one homemade cookie, and my mother had serialized a Pablo Neruda poem on the lunch bag.
3. Sandwich at Arcadia Coffee Co. Greenwich, CT 1991. Arcadia was the first coffeeshop I ever saw, and I loved how all the chairs were different colors. I had my first italian soda there and remember being surprised by it tasting like fruit. This sandwich is somewhat blurry in my mind, the main point, though, is that there were artichoke hearts on it!!! I had always loved artichokes, but it was surprising and decadent to me that one could have the heart without the leaf-pulling process. Total eye-opener.
4. Bocadillo de Tortilla Hispanola, Madrid, Espana, 2001. I went to spain with my sister when I was 15. One night we were drinking in the street with these suburban spanish teenagers who were telling us about how we really needed to go to the north and sit on a mountain and listen to Sublime, and the world would make lots of sense. Some people had set up card tables with homemade sandwiches for the drunkards, and I ate the first one I saw. It was tortilla, which I had never had, simply smushed into a baguette. It was the kind of transcendant experience one can only get from a really new sensation. Kind of like "wow! how did I not know this could exist?" And seriously, how can a potato fritatta on bread really be that delicious? Well it wasn't just the context, I make tortilla at home and its still the single best food when you're drunk. (Which apparently I do a lot. How wierd is it to hear of people being warned about your imbibition?)
5. Goat Cheese on Good Toast with Avocado. My sister and I like to eat goat cheese plain, off a plate, with our fingers, while watching the OC. This is the slightly more refined version, maybe appropriate for watching LOST?
6. Roast Beef Sandwich with Roasted Garlic on Good Baguette. I come from a family that believes that meat sandwiches are to be reserved for the morning after the brisket, and the one day a year you give in and buy lunch meat. Also, we believe that cheese and meat do not belong together between bread. Too Much. Or maybe its our natural Jewishness showing through the secularism. In any event, the rare occasions that I buy sliced meat are worthy of the annoyance of roasting garlic to spread. I am of the garlic=yum school, so I tend towards, like, a whole head for one sandiwich. If the bread you get is really fresh and chewy this is kid of like a game to eat. Like tug-of-war with your food.
So, hi g-rad, thanks for having me. Next time I'll actually review something, promise.