Bacon, Banana, Peanut Butter – Elvis’s Favourite Sandwich
Elvis once flew more than 800 miles just to eat a sandwich. He had discovered a sandwich outside denver and apparently didn’t just want to describe it to his friends..he decided he wanted them to taste it. So he had his private jet fuelled up, someone called ahead to the restaurant, and they flew out to Denver. In the middle of the night. The sandwiches were delivered to the hangar. The much loved and soon famous sandwich was the Fools Gold.
Imagine the sandwich that could do this to The King. Having been an ELlvis fan in my youth, I always wanted to check out the Fools Gold Sandwich. The idea seemed quirky. Peanut Butter, Bananas (Yuck), Honey/Jelly and Bacon!! The idea sounded bizarre. How could anyone eat bacon – (scrumptious as it maybe on its own) – with a sweet, fruit filled sandwich? The idea seemed disgusting. hmmm…
And then, on a breakfast mission with Kath in Baltimore, I once got introduced to the bacon-maple syrup (and pancakes) combination. I know I know..it sounds disgusting too. But believe you me…this is stuff worth dying for. Especially if it is Applewood smoked bacon from Canada. Having thawed to the idea of Bacon combined with something sweet, I decided to try out the fools gold sandwich.
What can I say… I rediscovered the King I say!! Even the kookad-shookad eating conservative Punju eater in my house loved it. Don’t believe me? Try it for yourselves…
1. Butter bread slices
2. Mash up 1 banana with .25 cups of peanut butter
3. Pan saute your bacon slices till crisp (you dont have to add more than a touch of oil. The bacon will fry in its own fat)
4. Spread the banana-peanut butter mix on the bread.
5. Drizzle honey over the open sandwich.
6. Add a generous layer of bacon slices.
7. Close the sandwich and fry in the remain bacon grease/butter on the pan till golden on both sides.
PS: Another celebrity food story I love is the Paul Newman story. The actor was on a date with his wife-to-be Joanne Woodward. When the salad was delivered to the table, he hated the way the oil was on it. He snuck the salad into the men’s room and washed it. He then asked the waiter for vinegar and oil and made his own salad dressing at the table. THAT is just so similar to incidents I have been harboring as deep, well hidden secrets in my guilty heart since Iwas a greedy kid. For all the years of secret guilt accompanied by shame, it feels good to know that I am not the only one.Great minds and all that, you know! 🙂