I am a confirmed observer of other people's trolleys in the supermarket, and of buyer behaviour. Something I saw recently rather bothered me, trying to work out what was going on in one young woman's mind. Not from the rest of her shop and her outfit well off, she was doing what looked like a weekly run, but included in it were several packs of sandwiches. She was obviously capable of making butties, and a pack of sandwiches isn't cheap - she could have bought the makings and made the same for half the price or less in minutes. I don't think I am mean, but I don't understand such thinking unless she was heading off somewhere immediately afterwards, but given she had shopping to unload her schedule can't have been that tight.
Are some of us now so alienated from the kitchen that a sandwich is beyond us? Sadly I can see the time when some perky celebrity chef has a series on how to make sandwiches, so we can relearn the lost art. To preempt that: take two slices of good bread, butter each of them on one side, put a filling of your choice such as cheese, or cooked ham, on the butter side of one, dab on mayo if liked, and then close the sandwich by putting the second piece of bread butter-side down on top of the filling. It's not too difficult is it? Next week's episode of 'Jamie's Italian-style Sandwiches': how to use salad leaves: "Nice bit of cheeaarghbaar'er. I like to dob on a bi'er rocket, bosh, like that. Pukkah." Book of the series available in all good stores for just £25. I despair. Not at someone who obviously cares about food making a fortune out of it (though am hugely jealous of course), but at our slide into a world where such books are needed.
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