My Legendary Sandwiches

My ham sandwiches are, indeed, legendary.

During the first 18 months of my professional career when, as a 100% Genevois, I had had the honour to relocate to Zürich and become a “Marketing Assistant” (i.e “gopher“) for an American Biotech company, I used to religiously prepare my midday feast every Monday evening for the rest of the week.

This included:

• 1 baguette (french loaf)
• Fresh salad
• Tomatoes
• Butter
• Mayonnaise

Sounds pretty standard, eh? Every Monday I used to prepare enough for the rest of the week and stick them into my freezer. Then, every morning, I would take one of them with me, leave it on my office bookshelf to defrost (which it finally did at approx. 15:30 every day) and devour it with relish.

Since I was luckily enough to find an alternative source for my nourishment within a year and a half (and ended up marrying it to ensure that I would never have to suck frosen ham, salad and tomato sandwiches again), I never looked back at my culinary creations until my very own kids were around 10 years-old and, episodically, required my kitchen skills.

So when Sarah rung me yesterday evening – while I was on my way home – and informed me (as the last minute as usual) that she would be going on a school outing the next day and required nourishment, I knew the answer…

Up at 06:00 I was, baking baguettes and chopping tomatoes before sending a very happy sailor off onto her trip.

The outcome? A couple of local kids who will call me next time they’re on the road.

I told you: I can’t “cook” much, but when I do…. Simply legendary!