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Thursday, January 20, 2011
Assigned Blog Post #7: A Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich
I have never ate a Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich because they are too expensive and usually have mushrooms in them, which I don't like. Actually, although I love Steak, I don't particularly care for either Philadelphia, the white cheese they put in the sandwiches, or sandwiches (for which I have developed a sort of gag reflex after a life time of sack lunches). But, the Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich is a prestigious thing to get, and it is fascinating in it's expensiveness and in it's grandeur and massive size. Normally the sandwiches I eat are two half slices of bread stacked on top of each other. This time I was ready to go all in and eat the Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich. The fact remained that Philly Cheese Steak Sandwiches are very expensive, so instead I decided to make my own. I don't actually know what goes in a Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich, so I used the name of the Sandwich as a basic guideline. I decided first of all to use something kind, lovable, and epic, as I knew Philadelphia was supposed to be. So I baked up a loaf of French Bread and sliced it in half. I then found some Cheese at the market place and chose the slightly spicy kind, because I like spicy. At the same time, I love steak, so I got a humongous one, and sliced it up, and stuck it on my French Bread slice raw. I put slices of the cheese on top, and finally put the last piece of bread on top. My Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich was done. It was my own creation, and hopefully unique, because I had tried to choose unique ingredients. But looking at it, I decided it wasn't quite finished. So I decided to throw in some onions, and lots of mayonnaise, and A1 Steak Sauce. I looked at my Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich again and came to the conclusion that it needed more character, so I added ketchup and ground beef. I was finally done. I had a 10 inch long Philly Cheese Steak Ground Beef Sandwich with A1 Steak Sauce. I called it "The Arc de Elephant" because I thought that it was a cool name for a sandwich. In the end I was too exhausted to eat it. So I still have never ate a Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich, although by this point, I don't even know if mine still qualifies.
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