The Outsider: Pocket sammy
|By Will Jones - The Outsider | November 9, 2017|
It tasted so good that he had to call his wife to tell her about it. That is how my mate Jeff started to describe the experience of eating one of his very favourite meals.
He literally had to stop what he was doing and call home, such was the taste sensation he had just experienced. Wow.
He’s got you licking your lips too, hasn’t he? Just smacking your chops together in anticipation of what culinary delicacy had stopped Jeff in his tracks. A three Michelin Star meal in Paris, maybe? No, not Jeff, he’s not one for foreign travel. A giant rack of barbecue ribs or a steak so succulent that it melts in the mouth? These are more to Jeff’s taste, more ‘in his wheelhouse,’ so to speak but neither pork nor beef was what he was calling home about. How about a golden fillet of pan-fried pickerel, freshly caught that morning. Now, I have Jeff salivating too but the thing is, he’d never tell me about that because then he’d have to admit to having fished somewhere and having caught something, and fishing secrets are something that Jeff has real trouble giving up. He’s so sly about his fishing spots that he’d rather lie about his wonderful dinner than tell you he’d been out with rod and line.
Jeff’s mouthwatering meal, it has to be said, is pretty standard by way of ingredients, but he has agreed to share it with us, so here goes.
All you need are two slices of bread, butter, peanut butter and jam, oh, and a heavy jacket and a pair of stout boots.
Yes, you read that right, and yes it is a peanut butter and jam sandwich.
Disappointed? Don’t be because the magic happens with the boots and coat, and the way that Jeff prepares his PB & J sandwich. Here is his secret recipe to turn that standard sarnie into a show stopper.
First, make the sandwich – butter the bread, paste on the peanut butter and a generous layer of jam. Press the buttered top slice onto the base and slip the sandwich into a Ziploc bag. Now, here comes the important part. Put the bagged sandwich into your coat pocket and then go out walking through the bush, preferably on the lookout for moose or deer (Jeff’s a hunter). Walk for miles, all day. Fall down numerous times. Get home tired and dirty but happy from having spent a day in the bush. Take off your boots, hang up your coat and go to bed.
Repeat the first day’s activities on the second morning but finally, at lunchtime, stop for a snack. Make a small fire. Take out the sandwich: the one that has now been rolling around in the bottom of your coat pocket for almost two days. Balance the sandwich on a forked stick and toast it over the open fire until the butter drips out into the flames. Then, savour every crunchy, gooey mouthful.
Jeff insists that this prolonged leg aching prep is the only way to fully ‘massage’ the sandwich, so that the bread has soaked up all of the wonders of the fillings and it toasts to perfection as the oils from the butter and peanut butter ooze through.
“The pocket sammy. It’s the best ever,” he says. “So good I had to call my wife and tell her about it.”
WILL JONES - is The Outsider