Sarnie-Shop Review: Peppers

There are a few things in my home town of Gloucester, outside my family home, that I miss when I live elsewhere, and most of them are on or around Westgate Street. As such, Westgate tends to be where I head to show visitors Gloucester’s highlights. Gloucester has a beautiful cathedral, one of the first built in the gothic style, which is well worth a visit, and a pub, The Fountain, which is on a site that’s has had an Inn on it for hundreds of years, and still features folk music and morris dancing regularly. I’ve had the pleasure and privilege to sing in both of them at different times. Very different experiences.

But as I was showing my ladyfriend around my home town for the first time, I was dismayed to see the shopfront of one of my other Westgate favourites sitting empty and unlit. Peppers, the delightful organic sarnie and salad shop had closed! Disaster! Continue reading

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Were this blog a child, the social would have swept in days ago and removed it from the neglectful care of its cruel and distracted keeper. My only excuse is both fair and devoid of joy – job hunting. Is there any more soul-sapping, tedious, and frequently demeaning process in the lives of your average westerner? Forgive me if this seems overstated, but I’m sure most of you know just what I mean.

I’ll get to proper articles when I have more than a snatched half-hour here or there, I promise. ‘Till then, I’ll tell you about some sarnies (with both capital and small s) that I’ve guzzled down my gob-hole of late.

Whilst visiting London in order to play a gig with my band, Joyce the Librarian, I decided to kill some time between my absurdly early megabus and the sound check at the Slaughtered Lamb, by hitting up Borough Market for a browse and a bite of lunch. Unfortunately, in a typical out-of-towner fashion, I was unaware that it was “closed” on Sundays. Fortunately, and doubtless not coincidentally, Cafe Brood was open for business as usual, and so the journey was not wasted. I had a rather fabulous wrap of Chorizo & Haloumi, with all the trimmings.

Two desert-island ingredients in one package? Wrap-win.

Now, the chances are I’m preaching to the sandwich-choir here, but for those that haven’t had one of these, I highly recommend it should you be in the area. As to how it stands up to the competition the rest of the week, I can’t say, but for me it seemed that I snatched delicious victory from the jaws of hungry defeat.

On the home-front, I turned a few slices of a home-baked sourdough loaf  into a Reuben, to which I was first introduced by Ground in Brighton. Salt beef, sauerkraut, gherkins and emmental, along with Russian dressing, on a brown rye-specked sourdough was a Saturday-lunchtime treat to write home about. Except I was at home, so I’ll write to the internet. Hello internet – it was yumsome!

I also had the left over dressing with some left over chicken from our Sunday Roast. That was also tasty.

That’ll have to do you for now, I fear. Proper posts forthcoming, I promise.

A Plan So Cunning… Coming up on Leavened Heaven

So it turns out there are some people reading this wee blog o’ mine. That’s a nice feeling. Keep doing that reading thing, people, it flatters my ego and makes this doughy-distraction-tactic all the more worthwhile.

So I thought I’d give you “readers” (should I stop? I’ll stop) a heads up about those articles I have scheduled/planned. Is this a step to far? Almost certainly.

Firstly, I’d planned a review of the rather splendid El Guapo, a Mexican street food eatery on Baldwin Street, Bristol. But as it has announced its closure only a few months in, it shall be a lament to lost tortas instead.

I’ll also give my thoughts on the Breadstore, Gloucester Road’s ever popular dispensary of doughy delights. I tried a plain white bloomer, a 100% rye sourdough loaf, and their Spanish something or other, with peppers on top. Thoughts on them, and the shop in general, coming up soon.

Also, on the recipe front, there’ll be recipes for naan bread, flatbreads, and gravadlax, the scandinavian soft-top sarnie extraordinaire!

Too much alliteration? Too much alliteration. I’ll rain it in.

Holy Mackerel Batman! It’s Nigel’s Smoked Mackerel Sandwich!

This one really is a no-brainer for me.  Nigel Slater is my kind of cook – simple (but never simplistic) food, based on good ingredients, attention to detail, and made with heart.  So his combination of smoked mackerel (winning), cheddar (bi-winning) and double cream (surely the Charlie Sheen of the dairy) in a grilled sandwich… I had to make it mine.

Read more for the recipe. Continue reading

Several Slices of Heaven: Sarnie Review @ Ground, Brighton

It was with a severe, Sunday-morning, post last-night-of-the-tour, hangover that I was led by band-mates (and far better navigators) to the warm and welcoming Ground in Brighton.  Had I the choice of a full english, or a sandwich-based equivalent, I most likely would have taken it.  But, fortunately as it turns out, such options were not evident. Continue reading

Back to "work" Wednesday lunch

Meaty Blue Treat

One of the benefits of being back at home with Ma & Pa temporarily is that on days like today, a grey Wednesday with work to do, I can treat myself to a lunch made up of leftovers from the Chrimbo stocks.

Today’s semi-experimental result: Prosciutto & Shropshire Blue, with black pepper mayo on granary.  The cheese is mellow enough of flavour to not completely obscure the delicate ham, and produces a rather satisfying meaty combo, with that slightly metallic tang following the rich blue character.

Now back on with the “work”.

As a side note, I’ll be live-tweeting along whilst watching The Fabulous Baker Brothers tonight.  My twitter is found on the sidebar =>, hashtag – #C4FBB

A Sincere Sarnie Salutation!

A salami sandwich

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Hey there. I’m Will, and I really bloody love sandwiches. I appreciate that mightn’t make me sound very exciting.  I’m under no illusions that it seems a peculiar thing to which to dedicate a blog, but my love goes a little further than enjoying a lunchtime ham bap or late-night cheese toastie.

Though I can scarcely remember a day before I indulged the habit of sticking some-filling-or-other between two slices, I suppose there must have been a time when I had yet to enjoy the unique, and severely underappreciated, pleasure that is the mess saving, carb-boosting, getting-food-into-your-face technique known as the sandwich. Continue reading