Tonight I served sandwiches for supper.
I served sandwiches for supper to someone who doesn't even like sandwiches.
I served rice sandwiches for supper to someone who doesn't even like sandwiches.
I served leftover-rice sandwiches on day-old discount bread for supper to someone who doesn't even like sandwiches.
I served leftover-rice sandwiches on day-old discount bread for supper to someone who doesn't even like sandwiches and I made them like it.
Well *blush* lemme 'splain.... the rice started out as our favorite spinach pie filling, yanno? And I reheated it in some butter in the cast iron skillet; it smelled so good!
It reheated nicely but the spinach and purslane shrank away until it looked like it was two-thirds rice and only one third spinach instead of the other way round... so I pulled it out and then I buttered some English muffin bread and heated it in the skillet too, long enough to melt the butter and soften the bread. And I didn't REALLY serve it as sandwiches, but they were on the same plate and the spinachy rice did accidentally get on the bread and then somehow before I knew it I was PILING the spinachy rice onto that warm melty piece of bread and... and... well, I scarfed it down so fast!!
And then I told Gryph that it was a privilege to have such a supper, because I'm pretty sure it's unique in all this world... and all the while I'm thinking, "yepper, yessirree, I am the ONLY one in the world who would serve leftover-rice sandwiches and call it A Good Thing.... oh yes indeedy..."
And then I scarfed down my last one, and mourned that I had run out of leftover spinachy rice to make into sandwiches. *sheepish laugh*