What’s with the food? I object! I am not a sandwich. Call my lawyer! I protest! I am NOT A SANDWICH! You cannot trap me between slices of bread!
Oh. You just want a sandwich to name after me? Sorry. Forgive that unwarranted outburst.
I’m just a simple roast beef on rye with a bit of mayo. Nothing fancy.
Take two slices of fresh rye from the package.
Lay them on the countertop or plate. Or cutting board. Smear both slices lightly with mayonnaise.
Add some good deli roast beef to one slice of the bread.
Put the other slice of bread on top, forming — a sandwich!!
Do not add: Cheese. Tomato. Lettuce. Or any condiments, not even salt and pepper. If you do, don’t tell me. Just the beef, the bread and the mayo ma’am. And don’t overdo the mayonnaise.
Grab the sandwich with one hand using a large piece of paper towel to enfold it.
Eat for lunch while small and not-so-small dogs swirl around your legs, telling you lies “No, mom, really, I’m starving. No one has fed me in days. I’m too weak to stand on my paws. I NEED YOUR SANDWICH! Mom, hear my plea!!!”
To which I say: “Liars! You are all liars!”
You may call it: “Dog Mom’s No You Can’t Have Any of My Simple Roast Beef Sandwich.” That pretty much covers it.
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