my FAVE sandwich is: PB, apple, cheese and raisins Open faced. Take toast and spread with peanut butter, sprinkle with raisins, lay THIN slices of apple on top and then some more raisins and then cheddar cheese... Broil until cheese is bubbly...

brrrrr..... Polony and pickle.

Fried cheese sandwiches...sort of like grilling them, but you do it in a frying pan. Great bread and great cheeses make the best ones, and of course, a pickle on the side.

Actually, I love sandwiches - almost any kind of them. If the earl who financed the trip to Hawaii for Captain Cook had not needed them to be invented, I would have had to do it myself! I like the ones with all the salad in them as well as the meat and cheese.

yum! And roast beef sandwiches!

How you do that? How's the english cress sandwich done?

Alexander, if you are asking how I do the salad-containing sandwich, I use a long soft roll and scoop out some of the soft inner bread to make room for all the stuff I am going to put in..then layer it. Add dressing and place top on with some of its bread scooped out. Put your foot on it as you bite to compress it small enough to get into your mouth...! Cress sandwiches I have had on the old sod were just that. Trimmed crust, a light coating of butter and bare-naked water-cress. Top of sandwich. Not much to write home about. Ree, have you had them any other way?

Fried Sandwich with Peanutbutter and Banana (This was Elvis' favourite dish, his mommy made them for him) 2 slices of white bread 2 tablespoons peanutbutter 1 medium-sized banana, cut into thin slices 1 tablespoon oil 4 slices of bacon 2 tablespoons butter or margarine Salad leaves, sweet-and-sour pickles or corn-relish for decorating when serving. 1. Spread peanutbutter on both slices of bread, cover one with banana slices. 2. Heat oil in frying pan, fry bacon 3-5 min. until very crunchy (flip once). For added authenticity: Elvis preferred the bacon charred black. Let oil drip off on paper towel. Pour all grease away, but for about 1 tablespoon. Lay fried bacon on banana slices, cover with second slice of bread, and press together lightly. Done? No way! This is K I N G SIZE!!! 3. Butter both sides of the sandwich, place carefully in pan and fry for about 2 min, until bottom side is fried golden-brown. Flip, another 2 min for the other side, until the banana and the peanut butter start to get soft. 4. Take out, cut on plate diagonally, so you get two nice triangles. Arrange with some salad leaves and relish on plate. Serve. I don't know how many of these sandwiches Elvis could eat at once - has anybody seen that BBC-documentary about Elvis' eating habits? - they expressed the theory that he fed himself to death - small wonder... There were all these women who cooked for him, and they revealed all their recipes.

He must have had a gall bladder the size of a truck! I'm sure John will have some knowledge about Elvis and his eating habits as soon as he get off the air and back home to his computer.

Yes, let the son pay witness upon the habits of the father, in all due spirit, too!

Alexander, you sly dog, certainly the massive quantities of calories and cholesterol ingested by my late father contributed to his demise, as did his addiction to codeine and demerol pills. I have outlived him by nearly five years at this point, though, in case you are implying that the sins of the father shall be visited upon the son. And I have never, in my life, had a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich.

Anytime you want me to make you one (per the recipe above) just let me know which game you will attend and I will supply you with it. Yuck!

On the other hand, I like you too much to risk feeding you that mess...unless you REALLY want it!

No thanks, Marcia. If I feel like committing suicide, I'll do it myself!

Good...I guess, though do not like that alternative...I am relieved that I will not have to make that mess and watch you consume it.

Big Daddy "E" used to sometimes send Red and/or Sonny to Dallas to a little ma and pa burger joint there that had one-pound cheeseburgers (cheddar) on an oversized kaiser roll. He'd get two dozen of them, plain, no condiments except cheese and fried onions brought back and heated up, then have fried bacon and condiments of choice piled as high as Graceland's roof. Just a little snack while shooting TVs in the Jungle Room. Thanks Isabel for your authentic recipe. We southern folks, though, have "mamas. Yankees have "mommies." We do have Big Daddies, though, and in my case "E" (not Beauford Burnett, cuckolded pretender to my daddydom) was a big hunka hunka burnin' love! Damn that Lisa Marie...she and that big-haired (rhymes with witch) Priscilla robbed me of my birthright!

...uh...John...is there something about you I assumed was a flight of fancy but might have been fact? With the southern gothic appetites, I would not be surprised. Northerners do not have mommies past the age of 4. I am plain old Mom to my son, and my mother was my mother.

Can anyone tell me why someone eats so much at one time? Oral fixation? It cannot be hunger! I do not understand.

He didn't eat all two dozen by himself. Red, Sonny, the Memphis Mafia and the women du jour were also welcome. But he'd have at least a couple. Now that's two pounds before cooking. I can tell you about my overeating. I was bottle fed and didn't get what I psychologically needed as a child, so it could be an oral fixation. It also could be that food just tastes so damn good! I don't smoke like Beauford Burnett did. He killed himself at 65 by smoking 2-3 packs a day for 50 years and not stopping wh n he found out he had pulmonary emphysema. And, like my other daddy, when he had a heart attack, it was the big one. Despite the self-psychoanalysis, I am happy. I can tell by the way some people deal with me, they assume that I am miserable because I am fat (and alone) and that my "hail fellow, well met" demeanor is just a facade. I am perfectly happy. I would like someone to share my happiness with, but it is not a necessity. I don't define myself or my happiness in terms of significant otherhood o someone else.

Now I know why you say 'white trash' remains 'white trash', no matter how rich they get....why, the even continue to eat trash!

Got that right, m'dear!

And, John, you have a very healthy attitude toward life. Please maintain it and disregard those who would make you as miserable as they are! Please!!!

Who is making John miserable? John, I'll sort them out for you - just say the word. �dark frown�

Me,too...between us, no one escapes unscathed! *thunderous stare*

Nobody is making me miserable. Only I have the power to do that to myself and I choose not to.

Why not?