it just isn’t that good. i mean, i like it, but if i had to take my pick between a big fat juicy prime cut of steak or anything made of ground beef, i’ll let you guess which one i would end up with.
don’t get me wrong. i didn’t write this post to rip into ground meat with vengeance. i wrote this post because i totally understand people, like my girlfriend, who think it is gross and super shady. she dislikes ground meat for, as far as i can figure, two main reasons. first, nearly every food made out of ground meat has an unromantic, disgusting sounding name (e.g. meatloaf). second, by looking at it with the naked eye, you have approximately a 0% chance of determining what animal it is comprised of.
sandwiches are a lot like mustaches.
a real mustache is a magnificent, borderline magical thing. but so frequently those who sport mustaches don’t do them right. they wear 1970s porn-stashes and soul patches and charlie chaplin mustaches. they squander the potential of such a majestic form of facial hair. some people are just too lazy to shave, the and result is what appears to be a growth on their upper lip.
like mustaches, negligence has led to sandwiches developing a bad reputation. in most people’s minds, sandwiches are what you make when you can’t think of anything else, or when the amount of effort you can put into a meal is so lacking that all you can muster the strength to do is put things on two pieces of bread.
so i challenge you. think about a sandwich you want to make. don’t use american cheese. don’t make a blt or club sandwich or egg salad. don’t just pile random meats on. actually take a few minutes and think about what ingredients would go well with others. a well engineered sandwich can leave a really good feeling in its wake (and a super full stomach).
here’s one of mine.