But that'd make the BLT a club. Proto-apocalyptic, that.
Well, I meant that the key was the
addition
of bacon, the core sandwich being of another meat. And until recently, I didn't even know that a BLT was actually
just
bacon, lettuce, and tomato...because bacon didn't seem like it would make a good sandwich core. But I cooked up some turkey bacon and put it on some bread with mayo and lettuce, and it was indeed tasty.
And I think Denny's has a grilled chicken "club" that's grilled chicken, bacon, lettuce, tomato and mayo.
This is the sort of thing that has contributed to my miseducation.
I sure do love a good BLT.
I also enjoy the Subway club sandwich, which I'm pretty sure is their ham/turkey/roast beef combo on a roll, and in no way an actual club sandwich. Still enjoyable, though.
I thought it was meat + bacon = club sandwich.
I also enjoy the Subway club sandwich, which I'm pretty sure is their ham/turkey/roast beef combo on a roll, and in no way an actual club sandwich.
That one really confuses me because not only is it not in any way triple-decker, there's NO BACON! It is a good sandwich, though. You're right about that.
I love my Buffistas so much. I can always count on a rousing, Friday afternoon food debate/discussion. It makes me smile.
I thought it was meat + bacon = club sandwich.
Aims is me.
That one really confuses me because not only is it not in any way triple-decker, there's NO BACON! It is a good sandwich, though. You're right about that.
Maybe it's not the Subway club sandwich but the
Subway club
sandwich. It makes you cool and exclusionary just by eating it.
I only like certain kinds of coleslaw. Goopy with mayo, nsm. With oriental chicken salad dressing? That peppery dressing mom makes? Yeppers. I also just like cabbage. I sometimes use lightly sauteed shredded cabbage instead of rice or noodles (mainly for tangy stir fry-y things.)
That saurkraut (which I can't spell and can't be assed to look up) thing? No.
It's mildly calming to see someone who is cavalier about your meetings discover he's half an hour late for someone else's. I hate feeling it's only about me.