Sometimes I think it's funny how small things really are a big deal. Like making sandwiches, for example.
In my mom's family growing up, if I remember correctly, a whole sandwich was what my dad considered a half. You would make a sandwich by folding one piece of bread in half and that was a whole sandwich. So when my parents were dating...or first married...or something, my mom was making sandwiches and asked my dad if he wanted one sandwich or two. He answered one, so she came out with a half a sandwich for him.
Obviously his idea of "whole" won out in my family growing up because I think a whole sandwich is made from two pieces of bread.
I must admit, though, that I always thought that was kind of a funny difference. And surely nothing like that would ever transpire between my husband and I.
But, oh, it has, as I was reminded today when I was making grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner.
In my family you put mayo and cheese inside the sandwich. Then you butter the outsides and fry it.
In his family you put cheese and only cheese inside the sandwich. Then you butter the outsides and fry it. Some members of his family then choose to *gag* dip their sandwiches into little piles of mayonnaise. Apparently. I've never seen this done. And I'm kind of glad of it.
I can handle spreading mayo on bread, although I only have mayo with my grilled cheese sandwiches. I don't think I could handle it in a pile on my plate. Andrew thinks I'm weird because I put mayo in my grilled cheese sandwiches. I think he's weird because he doesn't.
But it doesn't stop there. We also can't agree on something as simple as peanut butter and jelly.
To me, a PB & J is just that: peanut butter + jam. I put peanut butter one one slice of bread, jam on the other slice of bread, then put those two together (faces in, of course), and, presto! I have my sandwich (or two sandwiches if you are in my mom's family).
Andrew spreads one slice with peanut butter, as is normal. Before jamming his second slice, though, he first butters it. So one slice of bread has peanut butter, solo, and the other piece has a layer of butter and a layer of jam. And then he puts those two together.
That kind of seems like overkill to me. More of a peanut butter butter sandwich. A PB & B & J.
Of course, he finds my butterless sandwiches a little strange as well.
I suppose we'll see which tradition will win out where.
At least we don't make peanut butter and pepperoni sandwiches (Auntie Em)!