When I was a growing young lad, my mother was very insistent: Don’t pile meat on your sandwich. If you want more, make another sandwich.
The point being: Bread is cheaper than meat, so make it more filling with more bread.
Much as it was in the late 1970s, meat is expensive, again. Especially because I buy my ham from the farmers’ market so I get real ham, not that slimy, rubbery stuff grocery stores sell as “ham”.
I was making a piled-with-ham sandwich the other day and my mother chided me. Leaving aside the strangeness of that (she’s been dead for a long time, now), I had a miniphany: I slice my own bread!
I compromised. Mom wins: One slice of ham per sandwich. I win: Slice the sandwich bread cracker-thin.
I’m pretty sure she doesn’t see that as a win, but she has a very limited ability to argue and I can handle being called a smartass from beyond the grave.
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