Monday, April 13, 2009

on roses and a sweet sammie


Juliet had it right, about the rose at least. It's true, by any other name, it would smell just as sweet...but again, I suppose she had more pressing things on her mind than a lunch of a ham and cheese sammie.

Which, if you like to think of these things (as I certainly do, is that normal?), conjures up images of plastic lunchboxes, floppy pale pink squares, shiny processed cheese and my fave, squishy soft wonderbread. Umm. All great things, really, but sometimes when the simple Ham and Cheese just won't do, it's as easy as a change in name.

A tosta mista, anyone?


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A grilled ham and cheese really wouldn't sound the same. Even just saying tosta mista makes your face go through a range of motions that makes you seem more worldly, glamourous, jet-set even. Try it, you'll see!

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Oh so good. We like to get ours from a couple of the Portuguese bakeries near us. (This one is from Caldense on Dundas.)


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So what's in a name? In this case, crispy, toasty, tender, melty-ooey-gooey-goodness. A ham and cheese never had it so good.


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