Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Not Just A Sandwich

I was floored by the heights the H elevated the humble sandwich to the other night. He served warm chicken sandwiches with spinach mushrooms and cheese. There was creamy Fontina. There were sauteed mushrooms. There was moaning and groaning.
Accompanying the sandwiches was a refreshing endive and apple salad with a mustardy vinaigrette. We were home so I could lick the bowl. And housemade potato chips. Kid-friendly and off-the-charts delicious. Not a bad combo.

1 comment:

hlo said...

I read these food posts and seriously want to cry with envy!