Next day steak sandwiches always remind me of my dad. He was of the notion, and I am disinclined to disagree, that the only thing better than prime meat was day-old prime meat. So what he’d do was drop the leftover thinly-sliced steak into a buttered-up skillet and cook it ‘til quite crisp on the surface. Then he’d take plain white bread and mayonnaise, add the steak, and fold it in half, and we three boys would have ourselves a mighty fine lunch.
Last night, a few other boys and I cooked ourselves up some meat and potatoes… too much to finish off, it turned out, so this morning, after prayin’ to the Good Lawd, we decided to put those leftovers to use. First, I caramelized the onions in butter and sunflower oil, then dropped in some mushrooms, added the protein, a little more butter, and layered it all into a hollowed-out pretzel bun.
Not quite as simple but I'll be damned if it wasn't just as good.
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