Make it saucy

 We ate a late dinner and missed the kitchen being open by five minutes so there were only two choices pizza or build-your-own-sandwich. Hubby chose pizza and I went sandwich. 

The trouble started with the bread; I asked for sourdough because it was on the menu, no that’s only a baguette and there were none. So then wheat? Brown bread? Sure. Sandwich options were ham, cheddar cheese, tuna salad, or egg salad. I’ll take ham and cheddar cheese on brown bread. It’s ham or cheese but I’ll just charge a pound for the cheese add-on, ok? Sure. I’d like mayonnaise and mustard. I’ll bring you sachets. Oh ok. And for you sir. That was the end of build your own sandwich. Is there  tomato, lettuce, pickle who knows? I didn’t feel like asking. Your American is showing, why would feel on a build-your-own-sandwich there would be choices, so silly. A most boring ham on buttered brown bread with shredded cheddar cheese showed up for me, and I did receive a bowl of different sauce packets or sachets. 

I had to try them all, for science. Individually of course.

All no’s except the mustard. 

I put the mayonnaise on because a sandwich needs it, definitely not Best Foods but I can roll with it. 

Brown sauce tastes like thicker, bustier A-1. 

Salad sauce could be miracle whip with a ton of vinegar added because that was the flavor and consistency.

Barbecue sauce is the brown sauce in disguise.

Ketchup is brown sauce with a little tomato sauce added mostly for color to throw unsuspecting people off.

Vinegar was red wine vinegar and it was fine but I’d like olive oil to go with it if we’re going to do it properly. 

This is all in good fun. I ate the sandwich it was fine. Trying all the sauce was something I had wanted to do for fun. The plain sandwich was a good vessel for them.