‘can I get you a sandwich?’ <—- Immortal words. Marrying an American comes with many surprises. One of which is the time it takes them to make a sandwich. It’s a beautiful thing if you’re not in a hurry. It’s also an impressive thing if you’re not proud to admit that British sandwiches are characterised by 1. Proud underachievement and 2. Enthusiastic overstatement.
I don’t think I’d actually tried proper corned beef until Mrs P began shouting at me outside of a deli one day – ‘look, look, salt beef! I’m going to get you a sandwich?’
Seems it had taken me over 40 years to discover that ‘corned beef’ is from a tin in the same way that ‘pie’ is from a tin. OK when on Scout Camp in 1979, and/or as a filling complement to a packet of Bachelor’s Pasta n Sauce…but not real.
Tinned corned beef sandwich is – to actual corned beef sandwich, what a box of microwaveable micro-chips and some frozen fish fingers is – to a Friday night take-home fresh fish supper from ‘Ye Olde Cod’s Kitchen’
The sandwich https://www.oliviascuisine.com/classic-reuben-sandwich-recipe/
And how to make corned beef:
https://www.oliviascuisine.com/homemade-corned-beef-recipe/
I love me a tinned corned beef sandwich with brown sauce as much as the next Brit, but I’ll never forget that reuben sandwich as long as I live. And if anyone calls it a ‘ponce’, then I’ll call your expertly-cooked fish supper a ‘raving artisan’.
I agree with OP that a tin of that other stuff is excellent for emergencies and actually really good in baked spud. But it’s best served warm otherwise is just a slab of cold fat. However you slice it, the pictures speak for themselves:
Corned Beef:
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