I read with some amusement about a new shop in Northern Ireland that's selling crisp sandwiches (chips, to any American readers). Yes, it's a guilty pleasure of many a Brit but I'm quite surprised that so many people would queue to buy one outside the confines of their own home.
But then again, given the other stuff we put in sandwiches, maybe not. My American husband is always aghast that we would put starch between two slices of another starch with barely a vegetable in sight. I tell him that some people like ketchup with their chip (fries) butties and surely that counts as something?
And what about fish finger (fish stick) sarnies? (I must admit, that was never one of my penchants. Too dry. Although the sandwich above doesn't look too appealing either.) Jamie Oliver even has a recipe for them, - which consists of little more than "Take two cooked fish fingers, butter some bread, and stick the ff.'s in the middle" - to save you the trouble of finding it.
One disgusting thing I remember doing as a child was buttering a slice of bread and then soaking it in vinegar. Seriously. I'm not sure where I got the inspiration from and clearly, my body must have been crying out for something. I don't remember the cravings going on for too long though, thank goodness. Some people have buttered bread slathered in ketchup, so I wasn't too far off the reservation, as they say. (If that's not PC, I apologize.)
These days my favor(u)rite sandwich is probably nothing more exciting than chopped up boiled egg mixed with mayo and avocado.
How about you?