Showing posts with label cheese sandwich. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cheese sandwich. Show all posts
Chicken roasted open-face cheese sandwich
Broiled sandwich. Tartine.
The plate was placed under the broiler so the drips are toasted on and it stayed very hot.
It's like we're going into the sandwich
Un voyage audacieux dans la miniature.
A daring voyage into the miniature. That déjà vu remembery thing just happened again.
Cheese sandwich
My homemade bread
Pyrenees Swiss cheese
cayenne
purple onion
Honestly, I've had better. It's a bit bitter. I don't know what went wrong, all the ingredients are good separately.
Cheese sandwich, heavily seasoned
There.
The bread is mine, mine, all mine, and so is the mustard.
It is imperative that the cheese melts or else you will lose the contest in your mind.
Bread toasts, cheese melts. Those are the only two things going on. Fail either one and you totally fail.
For this reason, the toasting action is slowed slightly and the melting action increased slightly by covering the sandwich while it fries and dropping water into the pan by the teaspoon here and there. That tends to kill the frying action momentarily and creates steam that melts the cheese. The caramelization on the surface of the bread recovers from the unexpected infusion of steam. It recombines as you will see in the final photographs.
Guess what this is.
Guess, I said.
Fenugreek.
Fenugreek would have no natural place in an Italian cheese sandwich, yet here it is, boldly crossing the line over to an area where it knows it doesn't belong, but not caring. It deserves to get beat up. It is joining forces with other rogue flavor elements like cayenne and black pepper and mustard just to see what kind of trouble they can get up to, and boy, do they.
Oh my God. This picture is freaking me out. Especially at an angle, then I'm doubly freaked out.
Did I just now say freaked out? I'm sorry, I meant to say amused, but oh my God this picture is amusing me was insufficiently dramatic.
This photo is like the 3-d king Tut mummy mask photo I had in the 5th grade. I loved that thing. I stared at it all the time as if it were as interesting as, say, a washing machine with a window. The fish that I caught in a river were too big for the aquarium I put them in. They kept splashing all over the place and ruined my 3-d king Tut picture along with a dresser top. I didn't care about the dresser top but I never forgave those fish for ruining my 3-d picture of king Tut's mummy mask. I never forgave trout.
A look at the dark parts.
Cheese sandwich
Cheese sandwich that makes use of the delightfully light and crispy-crusted hotdog buns made earlier but ridded of that delightfully light and crispy crust for the most part, and I do not know why I did that because it is quite good.
I had a good selection of cheese and any of them would work well for a sandwich, but I chose the unspecific Mexican farmer's type, and Boy, is that ever good.
This bag of sweet onions I picked up turned out to be terrific. I imagined they would have turned by now, loaded as they are with sugar, but they're just as good now as as the first day I brought them home, which was a few weeks ago by now. Vidalia, Walla Walla, and Maui onions would not have lasted this long. These onions are from the distant and exotic land of Mexico. So foreign, in fact, that they actually speak a different language.
Would you like to see the front of this little sandwich? Okay, here.
Cheese sandwich, cheddar, 100% whole-wheat
On my bread. Myyyyyy bread. My lovely straight-up 100% whole-wheat that IS NOT like a brick. Although I'll allow it's more dense than your stupid foam bread. Sorry. I'm breadly arrogant that way. Nobody makes bread as good as mine, even a bakery.
But I'll tell you, with that strong aged cheddar, it's altogether a bit much so I lightened it up by spooning fresh homemade tzatziki over it, and man oh man did that ever hit the spot.
Cheese sandwich
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