Anthony Darling, Could We Agree to Disagree

in bed?


Sandwiching.screen-shot-2016-09-26-at-10-59-56-pm Hotdogs.screen-shot-2016-09-26-at-8-59-41-pm

Red hot. screen-shot-2016-09-26-at-8-17-53-pmA weenie screen-shot-2016-09-26-at-10-56-49-pmis “truly a category unto its own”.  A piece of m**t screen-shot-2016-09-27-at-10-41-57-pm (makes me squirm to type it).

Lalala, I am covering my ears. Anthony Bourdain, I can’t HEAR you.

As queen of this castle, I am allowed to win all debates, discussions, arguments and beefs. A hotdog is a type of sandwich around here. Were there a sandwich situation and the hotdog forced to choose sides, he would run for the cover of the wich. Around here.


Transport Me Now and Leave Me There


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Shameless Self Promotion Number 1971


Photo by Renee Comet and Styling by Yours Truly

We made a Lamb Sausage Breakfast Sandwich  for the Meat and Livestock Australia people. I love working with them. This is not meat that comes in a weird styrofoam container, alienating it from the animal it was. This IS the animal. Face it and embrace it and cook it with zest. And, apparently,  find it transformed into lamb sausage as another roadside attraction in Australia. Let’s get in the car, shall we? After a flight to Australia.

We were told this is a typical Australian breakfast sandwich. Something a person can pick up along the road on an early morning drive. I would. In Australia. How bout next week?

Here is a Bon Apetit story about Australian Brekkie. I read it with skepticism and giant flakes of salt. I want to be a believer. And I also want to think that not ALL of Australia is so flakin’ chic. I sincerely hope they have not all drunk the Donna Hay Kombucha Koolaid.

Not to knock Donna. Or kombucha. Whoopsie, I already did, although I sincerely like them both, Donna more than kombucha, and both as much as we all love BREAKFAST. You sleep, you get up, you are in Australia where the people are sturdy, gusto-deluxed, super-charged, funny, game, and appetite-driven. When they talk about food, the Australian accent makes everything sound delicious and oh-so-slighty off color. Ohyum! Sensorama!

And now, to talk about Australian breakfast as the meal that is any breakfast. It gets you started and let’s you know that there IS life after breakfast. No more exclamation or explanation points. Simply filling. Something to keep your two feet on the ground.

Roadside Breakfast Lamb Sausage Sandwich



It’s incredibly easy to make your own lamb sausage, with a touch of sweetness from maple syrup. Then your breakfast-to-go is ready in minutes.

Portion size: 1 sandwich

Lamb breakfast sandwich:

1 pound ground Australian lamb
1 tablespoon maple syrup
1/2 tablespoon chopped fresh sage leaves
1/2 teaspoon chopped fresh rosemary leaves
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
1/2 teaspoon minced garlic
1 1/2 tablespoons vegetable oil


4 toasted jumbo English muffins
2 tablespoons mayonnaise
4 scrambled eggs
4 slices American cheese

For the sausage:
In a large bowl, combine the ground lamb, maple syrup, sage, rosemary, salt, pepper and garlic. Mix well, divide into 4 equal portions and form into flat patties.

To cook: In a large nonstick sauté pan or griddle over MEDIUM-HIGH heat, add the oil and cook the lamb patties for 5 minutes, turning once, or until cooked through.

To serve: Spread ½ tablespoon of mayonnaise on the inside of each toasted English muffin. Next, divide the scrambled eggs equally among the English muffins. Top each with 1 lamb sausage patty and 1 slice of American cheese. Serve immediately.

Chef notes: Quickly dip your cheese in hot water before placing it on your sandwich for that instant restaurant-quality melted cheese look.

Recipe here.

Do You Know From Joe?

The New Jersey Sloppy Joe, that is. If you are drawing a blank, please read MMSMINY’s Skinny on the Joe before scrolling even a teensy bit. Click on the link. I promise you will be glad. It will save you a lot of headscratching and me a lot of sammysplaining. When James speaks, one is wise to listen. James knows the Joe, is not afraid of words and does not waste them. Plain speak and essential. He’s gifted that way.

Knowing about the Joe makes me excited about life in general. That is the power of a spectacular sandwich.

This was my maiden voyage to the Milburn Deli. Here’s my bucket list:

  1. Have a Joe at the Milburn Deli.


Do you know from MMSMINY? My Main Sandwich Man in New York is the inimitable James Farber, a man who has stayed successfully under the internet radar until…now. Sorry James. Sandwiches will put a person in  the spotlight. James’ phone numbers, SSN, mother’s maiden name and routing numbers are all below. Sorry James. Thanks, Obama.


I know from Joe now and can dish on its squish. A Joe is wet. At the Milburn the bread is very thin and firm, and there are three slices. They used to butter it, but no longer, unless requested. Personally, I think butter would take this sandwich from spectacular to stellar. We did not have butter, but I will next time. I like butter on  a sandwich, especially cold butter. Most folks do not, and that  is a-ok. The Joe is a stand out, butterless. Miraculously, the bread is not soggy.

Cole slaw is all over the place on a Joe. Between the layers, spilling out on the paper, on your hands, in your lap. If you start with a napkin, you will need a mess of em. What do you mean, you don’t like cole slaw? Speaking of head scratchers. It’s the mayonnaise,  you  say? No, say it ain’t so.

Are you a control freak? To find out, answer these questions.

When someone claims to dislike mayonnaise do you

  1.  Think that they do not know what they are talking about?
  2. Believe that they really do like mayonnaise but are unwilling to admit it?
  3. Think they are out of their minds?
  4. Feel sorry for them?

If you answered yes to any of the questions you are a control freak.

At the Milburn they make their own iced tea. And bottle it. Plain labels. Love me a plain label. Love me a plain anything. Anything that does not scream in your face. “Unsweetened Iced Tea” says it all. Succinctly. It tasted just right. Plain. No need to brag. Super cold, too.

James and I were at the Milburn Deli on a hot Thursday and we sat outside to accommodate my dog. At James’s insistence I did peek my head inside to absorb the atmosphere. Mayhem! Correction: orderly mayhem. Sandwiches flying out the door in  giant brown bags. These Jersey folks are on to something.

The Joe. Unleashed. I’m ALL in.




Shameless Self Promotion Number 1 Ton Per Hour

Sriracha is the old gochujang. Beer is always the new brew.

Sriracha is being turned out at 1 ton per hour. Enough for every skunk-sprayed dog in the world to bath twice weekly for 2.3 years. Do your part and eat your share. On a sandwich.

Photo by Renee Comet

Styling by Yours Truly
For Meat and Livestock Australia
There are loads of wonderful recipes on their site,  including the recipe for this stellar

Hot Sriracha Grass-Fed Beef Sandwich. 

Those are oven-roasted tomatoes in there. Ta-dah!

Toast Poast Number Triskaidekaphobia

Well, this story, FORGET POWER STATIONS WORRY ABOUT TOASTERS, CYBER EXPERTS SAY, is a Fahrenheit -47 degrees downer, partially because Bloomberg Technology seems to have forgotten punctuation. How can we worry about our toasters when we are terrified about a misplaced apostrophe? Imagine a cyber expert busting down the door to seize your toaster’s? Now that would indeed be dreadful.
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We did not predict our love affair with smart phones, so I will take it on faith that our love affair with smart appliances will be equally enthralling. There is no falling without fall out – bumps, scratches, scrapes and bruises. Leaps of faith include getting banged up, right? Though I would not have pegged the docile toaster as a potential cyber-heart land-mine.

When the Internet of Things – that’s right, the INTERNET OF THINGS – gets a hold of our appliances, we are done for. Done. For. And then we will figure it out. Ann Landers, I hope you are getting an advanced diploma in cyber security.

Thank you, Sorry-Birds Ellen, for putting terror in my heart. To toast or not to toast? With intelligence. That is the 13 million dollar question. Can we hack it???