I had the most vivid dream last night in which I was staring at an open faced sandwich. It was so dreamy and delicious that I woke up and typed this into my phone: "French bresd ham swiss dill pickle." (You must forgive the typos as it was 1:08 AM that I typed that)
The sandwich of my dreams was a slice of french bread topped with ham, swiss cheese and two pickle spears. And it looked something like this:
Only better, because in my dream it wasn't pasted together images from Google. And in my mind I imagine it toasted until the cheese is bubbly and gooey.
Due to lack of ingredients, today's sandwich was not the sandwich of my dreams:
Only it did have onions. And these days, I do love me some onion.