Sunday, 15 August 2010
The Essex Sandwich
What better encouragement is there to do something, wonderfully common. Now fur coat and no knickers or even black bra and white blouse isn't my style but, shock horror, I occasionally eat in the street and enjoy passing wind from either end, albeit relatively secretly. And making a great big cheese and crisp doorstep whilst on a French holiday in the land of haute gastrononie might be considered a bit plebby. This particular example is made more abhorent because I used up the nicely chilled cheddar brought from home rather than making it from a local fromage specially crafted by an affineur and served at room temperature. And my version of the sandwich made from the French cheesy maize based snacks, croustilles might even be viewed as more down at heel.
But wait! I now recall that this idea is not entirely my own. Doesn't the chef to the stars, premiers and royalty have a recipe for a beautful looking Double Decker Cheese Sandwich with Crisps in his book Jamie's Dinners? Fellow Essex boy I salute you! One day our hearty peasant dish, which I suggest should be named after our county, might be de rigeur at the tables of the rich and famous