You may not like this sandwich. It’s a bit of an acquired taste. It’s also freaking weird. But bear with me. It’s really good once you get past the weirdness.
So this sandwich is actually a family recipe that goes back a few generations, to one set of the great-grands on my mother’s side. Maybe even back to Scotland. Hard to say. Origins shrouded in mystery and all that jazz.
Legend has it that my mother made this sandwich for my father as a token of her love back when they were first together. She packed it into his lunch and sent him off on his day. When he discovered this — thing — in his lunch he was absolutely horrified. My mother was offended that he would be disgusted by such a beautiful sandwich. Forty years later, it’s one of my dad’s favourites.
(Is any of this making you want to try this yet? I thought so.)
So first you take some rye bread. I like the swirly stuff, which is pretty mild but you can get a hint of the rye. My parents prefer the super dense stuff that slices about a centimetre thick.
On one slice of bread, spread some nice mayonnaise. On the other slice, some peanut butter. Crunchy is best, but we have smooth on hand for Papa John so that’s what is on offer. Don’t worry, it’s gonna get weirder.
Slice up a tomato and slide that onto a slice of rye. Garnish with salt and pepper.
Add a few pieces of red onion (I usually forego this part but I’m sticking with tradition here, just for you).
Then a few thin slices of cheddar cheese. The cheese, like the onion, is optional. The main essence of the sandwich is mayo, peanut butter, and tomato on rye. But I like it with cheese.
And that’s the sandwich. I know it seems rather icky, but if you are on the lookout for something a little bit different, I suggest you give it a try. The combination of tangy mayo with crunchy earthy peanut butter, the burst of flavour from a good tomato on the faint bitterness of rye is actually quite good. Give it a shot, I dare you.
What’s your favourite weird sandwich?