Monday, November 22, 2010
Do you see how big this sandwich is? I don't know if I managed to accurately capture the enormity of this masterpiece with a photo, so let me attempt to convey it with words. Between two unassuming slices of toasted, fluffy bread, a jungle of green grew upward, and within this jungle of green, three mastodonic slabs of pork with crispy fried and salted rinds were skewered into place, smothered in a curry mayonnaise. Pickles and slivers of apple cascaded down onto the plate, some leaping off onto the table, while a pile of artfully roasted baby potatoes glistened in the corner. A pool of curry mayo was provided for emergency purposes, as the whole tower leaned threateningly to the right. I was awestruck. This was perhaps, the Everest of sandwiches.
Still full the following day on the way to my grandad's hometown of Esbjerg, I stopped in the charmingly named town of Middelfart, to see my friend Sue— and it was lunchtime.
This must be how the Danes stay warm!