My grandparents are snow birds, so I only see them a few months a year. This is mainly because we live in a location of the world that most people flee from when it starts to get cold. I question the sanity of everyone I encounter every December...I also say "What am I doing here???" everytime I leave the house. Needless to say, they come back home every June. If the mood suits my grandma, she will make her legendary Eggs, Bologna & Cheese Sandwiches. This is a special summer treat of the rariest nature. There are certain guidelines to follow for such occasions. For instance:
- If Grandma asks if she should make her Eggs, Bologna, & Cheese Sandwiches, you respond with a direct, affirmative, "Yes.". Leave all okays, sures, & I guesses for everyday sandwiches.
- Each sandwich should be given an individual's undivided attention as they are devoured & mindfully savoured. Conversations should be kept to a minimum...or flat out withheld until dessert.
- Leave no bit of bread untouched. If it's in the pantry, it would be better to slather a bit of eggs, balogna, & cheese on top of it. Its purpose will be served. You see, you want as many sandwiches as possible because I cannot begin to tell you about the sadness one feels when their cousin takes the last sandwich from the pan.
- Eat all the sandwiches. Even the funny looking ones. Looks can be deceiving.
It's probably best that I conceal these images from the public. Over the years I've heard that some people find the ingredients repulsive. Maybe it has something to do with the accompanying smell. I don't know, but here's the recipe...sort of.
A couple hard boiled eggs.
Hot Dogs (Bologna) I know what you're thinking....you want to run to your kitchen immediately and make this. Hold your horses. There's more.
Next you get a block of cheese. I don't know what kind. Chop it up somehow. I never pay attention to this part. I'm always too busy counting down the minutes until I get to scarf down as many sandwiches as possible like I'm in one of those competitive eating contests.
Add a generous amount of ketchup. A giant dollop, if I may. Oh, and mayo! Don't forget the mayo!
Oh, I forgot to tell you. Somehow you chop up the hot dogs and the eggs. I don't know how to do this, but I'm confident that you'll think of something.
Go ahead. Mix it up. ;)
Cover every surface of bread possible. Make it happen, Capt'n.
Place tray in oven on BROIL for just a few minutes. You definitely do not want this to burn. But if somehow the edges are burnt... (see Rule No. 4 above)
Enjoy!
Wow! I don't know if I could do it. You mentioned the smell...have you had increased sense of smell lately?
ReplyDeleteAlso, your grandma is so great! :-)
You totally could do it! No, I don't think I have...there was an evening at a friends house where I thought I was starting to gain my sense of smell back, but it turned out to be a headache.
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I have been craving these since the day you posted this entry! They were super delicious when I tried them a while back. I KNOW my husband would love them since he loves everything hotdog. I will have to try these out myself!
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