That's 'cos you're a fakenger Hoxton twat who's been conned by fairly middling marketing...
A reference to your earlier aspirations.
That's 'cos you're a fakenger Hoxton twat who's been conned by fairly middling marketing...
A reference to your earlier aspirations.
I think we're all in agreement regarding the ingredients. With the addition of just one more item you could call it a sandwich.
My mother puts things on bread and refers to the result as 'open sandwiches'. It's an affectation - what it tells us is not that sandwichiness is an inherent property of the thing she is describing, but that telling it that way makes the stuff on the bread, and by implication her, appear more genteel. Think of it as analogous to the way that one person will refer to something that is clearly a sordid, ego-driven, controlling and misogynistic murder as a 'crime of passion' in order to dignify it as the tragedy of the teller.Which is exactly why I and so many others call it an OPEN sandwich?
It's vegetarian chilli con carne all over again.My mother puts things on bread and refers to the result as 'open sandwiches'. It's an affectation - what it tells us is not that sandwichiness is an inherent property of the thing she is describing, but that telling it that way makes the stuff on the bread, and by implication her, appear more genteel. Think of it as analogous to the way that one person will refer to something that is clearly a sordid, ego-driven, controlling and misogynistic murder as a 'crime of passion' in order to dignify it as the tragedy of the teller.
I'm surprised no-one has started on Casseroles With Lids Masquerading As Pies.It's vegetarian chilli con carne all over again.
My mother puts things on bread and refers to the result as 'open sandwiches'. It's an affectation - what it tells us is not that sandwichiness is an inherent property of the thing she is describing, but that telling it that way makes the stuff on the bread, and by implication her, appear more genteel. Think of it as analogous to the way that one person will refer to something that is clearly a sordid, ego-driven, controlling and misogynistic murder as a 'crime of passion' in order to dignify it as the tragedy of the teller.
My mother puts things on bread and refers to the result as 'open sandwiches'. It's an affectation - what it tells us is not that sandwichiness is an inherent property of the thing she is describing, but that telling it that way makes the stuff on the bread, and by implication her, appear more genteel. Think of it as analogous to the way that one person will refer to something that is clearly a sordid, ego-driven, controlling and misogynistic murder as a 'crime of passion' in order to dignify it as the tragedy of the teller.
Now that has confused the Danes
They thought that denying open sandwiches was eccentric, but comparing a national dish to a murder has them totally perplexed
This is not one of those threads?The things that are not other things thread is >
The only way this could work is if your mother was a man!
Who did she / he murder?
Does pumpernickel still exist? I remember it as having the texture of almost-set tarmac when I went to Copenhagen aged ten.A nation whose national dish is The Open Sandwich is bound to be easily confused.
Yebbut I thought it was more German? It's pretty good cycling food, if a bit on the dull side on its own.Does pumpernickel still exist? I remember it as having the texture of almost-set tarmac when I went to Copenhagen aged ten.
You're right. The Danish stuff is rugbrod. I think the reason they have open sandwiches is that two slices of this strange indigestible substance would be cruel and unnatural.Yebbut I thought it was more German? It's pretty good cycling food, if a bit on the dull side on its own.
Rug Bread? The case against them reclines...You're right. The Danish stuff is rugbrod. I think the reason they have open sandwiches is that two slices of this strange indigestible substance would be cruel and unnatural.