Back in my childhood my family were poor and so the lunches I was sent to school with somehow differed from the other kid’s gourmet cordon bleu feasts they came packed with. We had butter sandwiches, or just bread sandwiches. If we ran out of bread then I’d go to school with just the butter in the hope that I’d find a few uneaten dried crusts in the bottom of the classes’ pet rat’s cage. When things got financially better, I started experimenting with the, until then, foreign foods. Unfortunately, due to lack of experience in the food department, my sandwich etiquette was a little lacking. It is from this beginning that the following recipes for sandwiches sprung, and to this day I enjoy eating, much to the chagrin of onlookers:

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