I couldn’t resist. It doesn’t fit the reality of my life at all though. I don’t trust my wife to make a good sandwich. LOL.
You don’t trust your wife to make a good sammich for you?! That’s almost unheard of!!
I recommend you don’t tell her this unless you have already told her. If my husband announced this to the world, before letting me know, I would be mortally embarrassed. Mortally.
For the record, I’ve asked him tonight, and he loves my sammiches. And if he’s lying, he’s in the biggest doo-doo of his life. I hate liars, even under duress.
For the record, the best sammich I make is a Cuban. I bake the bread myself, though I let him smoke the pork roast on the smoker. It just easier if we split up some of the tasks.
I’m working on making a nearly perfect Croque Monsieur. Haven’t quite mastered that. When I do, don’t be surprised if I decide to open a sammich shop. It won’t be open during college football season. I will be too busy watching the games.