Hoosier Craven' a Simple Sandwich
Why is it you can't git a sandwich at a restaurant jest the way you hanker after it anymore? Back in the day, you could mosey into most any greasy spoon , diner, coffee shop, or soda fountain and holler, "Hey there, could ya whip me up such and such? I don't want it too thick, nor too thin-like." Never a lick of trouble, and if they botched it up, they'd fix it right quick, no fussin' or mussin'. Why all this jawin'? Well, I've been tryin' to rustle up a nice, flat-top grilled cheese sandwich done jest so—with Swiss cheese , a smidge of turkey (not a heapin' pile or them thick slabs, jest a couple o' thin slices), and a slice or two of tomato. You reckon I can find one? At one joint, they ain't got a notion how to handle a flat-top grill . The next'n brings me a purty grilled sandwich, but there's so doggone much turkey piled on that I can't taste the cheese or tomato fer nothin'. The third place don't cotton to...