I always choose my dinner dish over the weekend, do my shopping Monday and the cooking on Tuesday. Last Sunday, I chose a sandwich and then changed my mind at Giant because I wanted a different sandwich. The second choice was definitely not post worthy. So I stopped at Giant after work Tuesday to shop for new supplies.
Since I had no idea what to make, I called Charlotte. She helped me choose an amazing sandwich, told me what to buy, and then sent me the recipe (all while cleaning and taking care of an almost-two year old).
While still on the phone, I searched and searched for a fresh ciabatta roll in the baker section. I kept telling Char I couldn't find it anywhere. She kept saying "It has to be there." Her confidence in me became so low that she started spelling it for me.
"Are you sure it's not there? It's spelled c-i-a-"
"Char, I know how to spell ciabatta." (Thanks you, Panera)
Guess what, it turns out I was looking for the wrong kind of bread. When she said roll I heard loaf. Oops. I'm sure I walked by it 3 times.
Alright, I admit it. I'm grocery store illiterate. Dang it.
Using the broiler, I crusted up the bread and melted the cheese onto my sandwich. After some quick assembly, my sandwich was ready and making me drool a little. And yes, I'm sure Gordon Ramsay would approve of the term "crusted up."
Other than that - it was fantastic, amazing, wonderful, stupendous, and yummy. I'll also be having this sandwich for lunch tomorrow and I'm most definitely looking forward to it!
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