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Here's a felt sandwich that Jen made the boys for Christmas. The choices are limited, but if you'd like some mix of ham, Jarlsberg cheese, tomato, lettuce and beetroot on white bread, and don't mind not being able to eat it; this sandwich is for you!

Which brings me to today's Sunday Top Five: My Top Five Sandwich Fillings!
1) Cheese: I'm a cheese man: Double Gloucester; Wensleydale; Gouda; Cheshire; Provolone; Edam; Limberger; Lancashire; Mozzarella; Havarti; Mascarpone; Gołka; Camembert; Tilsit; Gruyère; Brie; Fetta; Gorgonzola; Red Windsor; Red Leicester; Quark; Chèvre; Ricotta on and on and on it goes. Today however, I can't go past a nice mature smoked Cheddar!

2) Salami: Like cheese, the varieties are endless. I can't look past a spicy Hungarian though...

3) Tomato: fresh from the garden!

4) Lettuce: a crisp and fresh cos will do.

5) Beetroot: you know what they say...
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Hallam said…
That's impressive!
3 January 2010 at 09:23
Skip Simpson said…
Okay! Thanks for making me hungry! :)
3 January 2010 at 12:18
Tash said…
I've seriously thought about your title & I disagree...it's the worst prep for being a good writer.

Jen is soooo creative and talented. Those boys are so lucky - with both parents, of course ;D.

What in the world is beeroot...One thing for sure - it probably doesn't taste anything like beer.

Martadella, you forgot martadella.
3 January 2010 at 14:53
jen said…
Pattern from the lovely Myrtle & Eunice
3 January 2010 at 15:15
yamini said…
I want one too.... Plz Jen Plzzzzz
5 January 2010 at 15:12
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, it doesn't taste as nice as it looks.
9 January 2010 at 07:43
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, beetroot is also known as table beet, garden beet, red beet or informally simply as beet. It is the thing that you put in borscht.

On sandwiches, I like it pickled.
9 January 2010 at 07:49
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, shipping is prohibitive...
9 January 2010 at 07:49
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