You can never tire of fish finger sandwiches, despite the best efforts of certain wanky nu-bar establishments to wear us down with their overpriced and irony-laden offerings. I also enjoy beans on toast in a way that goes beyond my 'used to be a piss poor student' relationship with them, but that does not mean that I would ever consider paying somebody £5 for the pleasure! It's a bit like a wank - why would you ever pay someone else to give you a wank? You can have one whenever you like, exactly the way that you like it, and it's cheap. And if it's not cheap, then it ain't a cheap thrill. I know that there are social misfits out there who do pay for such services, but these are probably the very sad persons who would pay for a fish finger sandwich. Anyway, I'm moving off the beaten track here - but not beating myself off... My ultimate fish finger sandwich is the culmination of week's of research and the final product is not something to mess with in style or content. The precise the way the ingredients are used to create structured layers is as much about structural engineering and fish-pyshics as it is about gastro-dynamics and eatsehtics. Only last week I acidentally placed the lettuce on top of the fish fingers instead of the other way around, as it should be, and had to check that life outside my kitchen was continuing in a normal fashion instead being sucked into some temporal rift - I got away with it on this occassion... follow these instructions very carefully indeed. One more word of advice - once you take a fish finger sandwich in you hands and start the process of consummation, let nothing interupt you until you are through. If you try to put the sandwich down half way through this delicate process, it will disintegrate before your very eyes and nothing you can do will serve to restore it.
You can never tire of fish finger sandwiches, despite the best efforts of certain wanky nu-bar establishments to wear us down with their overpriced and irony-laden offerings. I also enjoy beans on toast in a way that goes beyond my 'used to be a piss poor student' relationship with them, but that does not mean that I would ever consider paying somebody £5 for the pleasure! It's a bit like a wank - why would you ever pay someone else to give you a wank? You can have one whenever you like, exactly the way that you like it, and it's cheap. And if it's not cheap, then it ain't a cheap thrill. I know that there are social misfits out there who do pay for such services, but these are probably the very sad persons who would pay for a fish finger sandwich. Anyway, I'm moving off the beaten track here - but not beating myself off... My ultimate fish finger sandwich is the culmination of week's of research and the final product is not something to mess with in style or content. The precise the way the ingredients are used to create structured layers is as much about structural engineering and fish-pyshics as it is about gastro-dynamics and eatsehtics. Only last week I acidentally placed the lettuce on top of the fish fingers instead of the other way around, as it should be, and had to check that life outside my kitchen was continuing in a normal fashion instead being sucked into some temporal rift - I got away with it on this occassion... follow these instructions very carefully indeed. One more word of advice - once you take a fish finger sandwich in you hands and start the process of consummation, let nothing interupt you until you are through. If you try to put the sandwich down half way through this delicate process, it will disintegrate before your very eyes and nothing you can do will serve to restore it.
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