None. Hated sandwiches I got as a kid.
This ^. I was also forced to eat crap sandwiches. A speciality in our house (which my parents continue today) was that you get ONE slice of salami/ham or a few slices of cheese, irrespective of the size of the bread. Filling surface area must never exceed 50% of the surface area of the bread.
Most meat was leftover joint from Sunday. Usually 90% gristle. All meat was sliced so thinly you could see through it. Bought sandwich filling meat was usually haslet or lunch tongue. Effing rubbery inedible muck. If you’re lucky enough to get bacon on a Saturday, it will be one slice with the rind left on.
Chutney etc was applied haphazardly, if at all.
Bread was heavily spread with margarine, I **** HATE margarine and always have!
Bread was always poncy granary/wholemeal from an actual bakers. Delicious when it was fresh (it never was), like wood the day after. All bread was frozen in the paper bags it came in, so it had horrendous freezer burn.
My Sister and I christened my Mum’s favorite poncy wholemeal stuff ‘carpet underlay bread’, because it tasted like eating carpet underlay. I wanted cheap white crap bread like my friends so damn hard.
Needless to say, as soon as I moved out the sandwich situation was rectified. I won’t let someone else make me a sandwich to this day.
Decent bread, so heavily overloaded with filling and lashings of condiment that margarine is redundant (proper butter if I need it). Bacon sandwich requires cheap white, at least a pack of bacon, and sliced salted butter.
