Are you confused? Surprise! It's not Sunday! It's Tuesday. I'm home sick from work, so I figured this was the perfect time to catch up on the blogging I was supposed to do two days ago.
I spent the latter half of my Valentine's Day evening engaged in a bitter debate over the ethics of mixing meat on a sandwich (a battle brought on by this admittedly awesome website ). I, for one, am fundamentally opposed to combining meats. And I think the fact that I'm not a big meat eater is irrelevant. Why mess with nature more than you already have by creating a twisted intermingling of flavors, colors and consistencies? Ham is slimy. Turkey is rough. Chicken is bumpy. Everything else is sort of like Play-Doh. All of it together creates a mish-mash of insides... the entire animal kingdom flattened between two pieces of stone-ground wheat bread. I won't even venture to explain what flimsy arguments the opposing side used to buoy their views. It all came down to different ways of saying, "But it tastes good."
I doubt it. What you have created is a hand-held barnyard. And there is no way that tastes good.