All posts filed under: Sandwiches

Copper River Salmon – Poked and Prodded, The Big Thaw, Part 2

You remember last week when I grilled that Tequila and Lemongrass Salmon? well…. Tequila & Lemongrass Salmon That was only part of the story. There was supposed to be  crispy salmon tacos, ancho roasted salmon and salmon skewers to go along with it for just this glutton-fest of frozen salmon. Only, I spent the morning cleaning two bedrooms, a bathroom, did a little gardening, took a nap, spent an hour in a fog because I took an afternoon nap, mopped the house, made the tequila glaze, and took another nap (leave me alone, I’ve been suffering with a sinus infection)… and then, I was beat… and tired… and didn’t want to do anything except grill a big ole’ piece of salmon. Which left me either lying to you about the other stuff… or going out and buying more salmon to do the other stuff. I got around to it yesterday. Crispy Salmon Tacos When Copper River sent us this last box o’ joy, they suggested we make tacos with it. Honestly? I wasn’t all that …

The Sandwich Diaries – The Southern Vegetable Sandwich

It’s true, if you can slap it between two slices of white bread… Southerners will call it a sandwich. I’ve eaten my fill of table scrap sammies, chicken leg (with the conspicuous protruding bone) sandwiches. Meatloaf, banana, potato chip, all play in the mayo-white bread pool. My dad used to tell of splitting a biscuit and wedging in a big slice of onion before wrapping the parcel up for a long day of working in the field as a kid. He looked absolutely euphoric when he told that story. He may have been only remembering a childhood long past – but I think he was remembering the sandwich. But, to make a really good Southern sandwich, you just have to ask yourself one question… What kind of vegetables do I have lying around? To begin with, you need some really – and I mean really good, soft and squitchy white bread. Colonial was the best – but that doesn’t exist anymore. That means I needed to make my own. Everyone already knows I’m a royal horror making bread, so …

The Sandwich Diaries – SSBLT

I always liked how Woolworth’s labeled the lunch counter “Luncheonette”… just to make sure you didn’t confuse it with the sundries – or plastic flowers section. I think the first time I ever had a sandwich out somewhere was probably the  Luncheonette counter at the Woolworth’s in the now gutted and reworked Cobb Center. Getting to sit at the counter, swinging my short stubby legs, the faint smells of disinfectant, cheap clothing dye and new stuff… crammed right in there with burger grease, eggs and bacon. Well, that’s just the stuff dreams are made of. And to top it off, I got to eat right alongside people I didn’t even know… Life was good for a kid at the luncheonette counter. I even remember my 1st sandwich. A BLT with copious amounts of mayonnaise, salty – salty bacon and that shredded iceberg lettuce… shredded so fine it looked like was like a bird’s nest of green straw crowning the toasted Colonial bread. It  is  the best sandwich  on earth…   As you know, I’m doing the Fresh …

The Sandwich Diaries – Pi(π)mento Cheese

For most of my adult life, I’ve called a major city home. I thrived on the crammed, multi-laned arteries winding into the city center, thrilled at the packed sidewalks and stores, immersed myself in the fighting throngs at the malls during the holidays… Thankfully, this is where I now call home. 2 and a half years ago I moved into the North Georgia mountains to Dahlonega, Georgia – and never looked back. At first, I was seriously afraid that I wouldn’t be able to adjust to the relaxed pace and the complete lack of traffic. In the beginning, that was entirely true. There just isn’t a lot happening  in a day-to-day kind of way. North Town Square But Dahlonega – and the North Georgia Mountains – are anything but backwoods. Dahlonega is a tourist town. There are local artists, antique stores, 15 restaurants within walking distance of the old court house (which houses the Gold Museum…) Yes, you read right… Gold. Dahlonega and the neighboring Auraria were the sites of the first major gold rush …

The Sandwich Diaries – Parma – Roma and Cabra, Oh My!

I’m not a fan of fad equipment. I have an immersion blender, not because it was the coolest thing on the Williams~Sonoma catalogue, but because I used one (a very large one) for years in my commercial  kitchens. I still use a percolator for my coffee most mornings, and It took me years to buy my first food processor. I don’t see the sense in buying, what ends up being, a very expensive piece of equipment that does one thing… and one thing only… usually not very well. The panini press is just one of those things. All powered up and shiny, they’ll cost you something short of two and a half bucks And, the non-electric version at W~S or Le Creuset will run you around $85.00… … .. . . . it’s a piece of cast iron with a handle.. … no thank you. With a press you want 2 basic things – 1.)  something that will create nifty little crunchy nooks and crannies. And 2.) something with some weight to it that will provide …

The Sandwich Diaries – ” Stella!!! …”

Sheesh!, What a wuss… and all I keep thinking is, isn’t he wearing just a tad too much jewelry? I can say that because I’ve never really felt about anyone or anything that strongly. Oh don’t get me wrong, I’ve been in the “I’ll do whatever it takes, fight anyone I have to, break any law to keep you” relationship before, but when push came to shove – “off you go and thanks for playing our game” … eh, it’s just way more work than I want to invest in. You’re wondering what all this has to do with today’s recipe.. aren’t ya.. here’s a clue… I inherited a several bottles of Stella Artois after the beach wedding. I’m not a huge beer drinker, so they’ve just sort of languished off by themselves in the pantry for the past couple of months waiting on a baked bean recipe to materialize. I never really got in the mood for beans. But, I did get the hankering for some slow cooked pulled pork sammiches. So I dusted off …

Two in the Drink

The Sandwich Diaries, Episode Two (The Egg Dip – Monte Cristo and Avalon) I fell in unabashed, complete, unadulterated love when I was 10. Each August, just before the beginning of the school year, my mom would take each of us out individually to Rich’s Department Store at Cobb Center to spend the day shopping for the upcoming year’s school needs. Normally, a shopping day wasn’t that great of a thing and the Easter Sunday Shopping Trip was a mad dash through the clothing and shoe racks to get four bitchy, complaining kids outfitted as quickly and as inexpensively as possible.  But as one of four essentially the same age (there’s a year and change between each of us) getting a day of one-on-one face time with either of the folks was a rare occurrence. So the yearly shopping trip was a big deal. The Magnolia Room, Rich’s resident restaurant,  was tucked away at the center of the store between the bakery and the double escalator the spirited you away to the housewares department. More of a ladies …

Madame et Monsieur …

“Est-ce un sandwich dans votre poche ? Ou vous êtes simplement heureux de nous voir…” The Sandwich Diaries: Episode 1 Everyone has that thing, or list of things that “does it” for them food-wise. If you’ve been reading along over these many months, you would have picked up on a general theme in the foods and recipes I call “comfort food”… and that’s Cheese.. well, and Fried… and things stacked together… like a sandwich… (I do love me a good sandwich!)    It’s funny, I don’t remember where I had a lot of my first of things… meals in general just float around the clock waiting their turn to be consumed. But a sandwich? I can quote you time, date and place. My 1st:   Fried Bologna Sandwich? I was 8 and home sick with the flu. Beef Tongue? Summer 1978 DB Kaplan’s Delicatessen in Atlanta. After an hour of pouring over their menu of 287 sandwiches..that’s what I settled on. (It was the end of my freshman year in college – and I was feeling particularly grown-up).  First …

Some days…

… it’s about the food. Some days, it’s all about the technique and process. Some days… well, it’s just about me… and what makes me feel good. Today is one of those days. Cheese makes me happy… lots of cheese. Thank the lord that lactose intolerant gene thingy passed me by All dressed up Spreading a little mayo on the outside of the bread before grilling keeps the grilled cheese from burning and makes for some sexy browned goodness about 3 min per side over medium heat should do it Tomato Soup makes me happy, too… That’s one can of tomato soup, one can of milk and a half a can of tomato juice. The “new and improved” Campbell’s Soup is markedly too sweet. Like lambs to the slaughter A suitably large bowl is a necessity Guaranteed to put the stops to any bad day Or, if that doesn’t do it… chunk the sammich up and douse it with soup.

Slaw Dog Millionaire

I’m pretty picky about my wieners… Get your smutty mind out of the gutter.. … I’m talkin’ hot dogs…. more specifically – German style wieners. And the absolute best wiener in the world is made by Schaller & Weber. (Visit them at http://www.schallerweber.com/ and place an order.) There is just something about that pork and beef blend, their traditional German spices and that crackly, ooohh soo crunchy natural casing that just defies an adequate, justifying description. Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure there’s nothing wrong (for some people) with Hebrew National or Nathan’s – but they’re all beef – And an all – beef wiener (quit giggling) is just tough and chewy. A winner wiener needs some pork to make it tender; it needs fat to make it unctuous; it needs natural oinky intestine casings to give it that critical crack when you sink your teeth into it…. otherwise, you might as well be eating Oscar’s bologna. and… It needs one more thing to make it perfect SLAW – You see, I’m a minimalist when …