Don’t make me angry. You won’t like me when I’m angry.
In DBH (Days Before Hubby), packed lunches were preferred so I would make them up the night before. Working for a vending machine company, sometimes food brought back from site was still good so not only did it subsidise our budget, it also ringed the changes to include rolls, pasties (sometimes for our main meal), sausage rolls and a variety of cakes and doughnuts in the sandwich boxes.
Things were more than a little strained towards the end of our relationship, and he passed a comment about how bored he was with his lunch box, though never offered to make his own. Money was already tight, but that was definitely a red rag to this bull, so I decided to do something different.
I would add I did the same for the boys and they were the envy of their school chums.
When you think about it, there is only so much you can do with a sandwich apart from vary the filling or toast it. You can cut it in two either diagonally or square on, or cut it into four the same ways and have them with or without crusts.
That day I used my pastry cutters.
I made the sandwiches as normal, then for the boys, cut out centres and discarded the outside where I hadn’t filled the mix, so they had crinkle cut circular butties.
For Partner, I cut out the centre, then put it back inside the ‘frame’. On another round, I cut off the corners, so that it looked like someone had taken a bite, and again, put the pieces back together.
As hoped, he didn’t notice until he picked one up and it fell apart in his hand. His workmates thought it was hysterical. He, on the other hand, did not.
He didn’t dare complain after that.
Mind you we had a disagreement over a five pound note once and knowing how much he loved his mint sauce, I spread some on the bread and made him a fiver sandwich with it.
He said nothing and probably used it to buy chips.