I've only ever heard the phrase when a random internet dudebro was trying to show off for their imaginary friends by insulting me for being a woman.
If this thread is for men only, please amend the title. If it's for everyone, amend the text to acknowledge that for half the population it is not a punchline, it is an insult.
Y’know…. It’s finally been enough years from a certain dirt poor era of my life that sounds really damn good.
There was a time when I swore off them entirely because it was about all that was in the cupboard for a brutally long time. But yeah, starting to sound really interesting.
The “pro-eato” we used to make at one of my first jobs. Pastrami, turkey, and melted provolone on a toasted onion roll with coleslaw and Russian dressing.
2 slices of spelt bread, toasted, ( the real one, not colored wheat), miracle whip with a dash of German mustard, thin roasted pork, real Dutch Gouda, thin slice, a bit of salad (optionally with a few thin pieces of beetroot), 2 small tomatoes on the side with good salt and a bunch of mixed freshly ground pepper (red, white, black) on the tomatoes, comes with it a large cacao. There you go.
In the bit, I imagine she should know his sandwich and its peculiars by then.
It differs in that someone else makes it while he continues the important work of sitting and drinking.
I imagine the small mercy in this Al Bundy kinda situation is that his sandwich is probably pretty simple and boring, mayo and baloney sorta thing, instead of a proper lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, oil, peppers, maybe olives and bologna sorta thing.
first, she makes some foccacia (she is italian). after slicing a lot of thin slices of mortadella and chilli salami from a local butcher she grates a significant amt of mozzarella. thick slices of tomato with salt and pepper on top, a nice handful of basil and parsley and some kewpie mayo and balsamic glaze over it all.
put all that in the fresh foccacia and damn, i cant think of anything better.
edit: i forogt to add some olive oil to the undersides of the bread, and also if im not feeling mortadella, i go champagne ham.
also, thin slices may be controversial, but thick slices dry out the sandwich for me
If I told her, "bish, make me a sammich!", I would get a no-sex sammich. It would be all that I get to eat for days, and it would differ from the sandwich I might make for myself by the number of people involved.
Whichever one I've asked for from the local sandwich shop. He probably could make a sandwich at home but I'd have to carry it into the living room to eat anyway, so I'd just make the sandwiches!