Feb 092009

I am fortunate enough to live with a flatmate who not only enjoys cooking, but does it well; and one of the innumerable pleasures of living with him is the fact that he is wont to make sausage sandwiches on occasion, most notably Saturday afternoons when I am ever so slightly hung over. He made sausage sandwiches recently using some rather lovely pieces of pork obtained at a butcher’s.

‘What do you want on your sandwich?’ he asked upon the completion of the grilling, extracting bread and butter from the cupboard.

‘Ah,’ said I; ‘I shall doctor my own.’ Two slices of bread I placed to one side of the plate; a small helping of brown sauce I placed to the other; the sausages I situated in the centre, next to my fork and knife.

‘What the hell is that? That’s not a sandwich. That’s heresy!’ exclaimed flatmate, staring at my plate in horror. ‘You’re supposed to put the sauce and the sausages between the slices of bread, not off to one side like that. You’re a sandwich Cathar, you are, with your bread and filling duality!’

And so it was decided that we are perfectly suited to be flatmates, not simply because our sillinesses match, but because we both know what Cathars were. How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such flatmates in’t!

  2 Responses to “Funny flatmate #2 – sandwich heresy”

  1. Butter? On a sausage sandwich? Depraved.

    In Britain, Heinz tomato ketchup is the only condiment acceptable, in polite society, in such a sandwich.

    BTW I recommend Waitrose “Gourmet” sausages, to be found in the fresh butchery section.

  2. I shall inform the flatmate, who is British like you. He’ll be delighted to discover he’s not part of polite society, the silly little subversive. And I shall look out for the Waitrose sausages – thanks for the advice!

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