Never before has food been quite so contentious and disgusting.
Ladies and Gentlemen – I give you – The Lasagnwich! The Lasagnwhat? You heard!
Suddenly there is temptation to start speaking like Peter Kay and walking around shouting and pointing in mock disbelief:
“Lasagne! In a sandwich?”
“A sandwich ? With lasagne in it”?
Yes – with a mighty dollop of mayonnaise slathered in between both sides presumably to help the starch slip down with yet more fatty imbued starch I guess. It could be worse – it could be deep-fried? Or god forbid in a tin like this poor unfortunate and rather flaccid looking whole albino chicken covered in what looks like obstetric scan gel?
I dread to think what else comes from Sweet Sue’s Kitchen – but perhaps I’ll save that for another post. In my forays I did come across a whole tinned cheddar which when grated looked like maggots on a platter. Apparently it goes down a storm in Australia due to the lack of fridges. Again, mind boggles.
Anyway, back to sandwich’s. Imagine if you could get a sandwich in a can? Pardon the pun but you can! Well you were going to before the inventor took the $153 million investment money and spent it all on real estate, fast cars and horses for himself.
Actually I think he has done the world a favour – these won’t be seeing the light of day now until the fraud case has been decided. Candwichman will be eating a different sort of sandwich from now on and in a different and rather ironically named new home – the can!
Can you dig it?
Sayonara toodlepip children.