When I was a teen (or perhaps my 20s), my oldest paternal aunt, Eleanor, lived with one of her younger brothers, John. Or more accurately, Johnny lived with her. She was always solid. Never married. Always worked. Took over their parents’ house after they died. But this was later, after she’d sold the family house to one of my cousins and moved into a condo. Eleanor was good with her money. Stuck to her budget.
In conversation with my mother, she mentioned that she and Johnny like to have “Reuben sandwiches” at home once in a while.
“But Pumpernickel is so expensive, so we just use wheat toast.”
“…Corned Beef is so expensive, so we use balogna.”
“…Swiss Cheese is pretty pricey, we usually just use American.”
“…Johnny gets gas pains from saur kraut, so we just skip that.”
Basically, it’s a grilled cheese with baloney and thousand island. I mean, the sandwich itself is only a little bit white trash. Calling it a “Reuben” is what makes it super white trash.
Therefore, I am not telling you that I had Eggs Benedict for breakfast this morning. I’m telling you I did an open-faced egg sandwich which has some flavor-profile similarities to Eggs Benedict.
English Muffin Toasting Bread, toasted (of course). Buttered. Spread with Garden Veggie Cream Cheese (any variety you prefer, of course). Over Easy Fried Egg. Sprinkle of Slap Ya Mama. Sprinkle of Bac-o-bits.
And I gotta tell ya, it was really good.
