France has a very bad name in America. Granted there are many problems with the country, not the least of which is that every man must wear a striped sweater and beret and must always be rude to American tourists.
For those who have been to France, you will know that it is impossible to find a bad ham sandwich there. You can buy one from a vending machine at the train station and it will be delicious.
Unfortunately, it seems just as difficult to find a good ham sandwich here in the land of the free. Most ham tastes like maple-flavored rubber. I don't know when ham and honey glaze were married, but the two have been inseparable ever since.
I like very salty ham. The kind that tastes like real pork and not like maple/honey glaze.
Today I have been craving the croque monsieur. What in the heck is a croque monsieur--you ask (typical American idiot). It is a grilled ham and cheese sandwich. However, you must have all of the finest ingredients, especially the right ham.
So, I will make it my quest to find delicious ham, come hell or high water. I will keep you, dear readers, apprised of any finds.
No comments:
Post a Comment