There were not many things that I could manage to fit into my life this week.
Fortunately, assembling a glorified half sandwich (or as one Dorista has named it: "Stuff on Toast") is one of them.
Here's how it went down.
Two slices of rye bread were thrown on a baking sheet, slathered with spicy brown mustard and topped with cheese (Muenster, if you must know). I turned the broiler on high and ran it over the cheese bread until the cheese was bubbly and crusty.
One of the crusty, cheesy bread slices was topped with smoked salmon and capers. The other was topped with roast beef and cornichons.
Done. Game over. Finished.
Lazy girl's dinner in less than ten minutes.
Once again, "stuff on toast" saves the day.
On a totally unrelated note, apparently my John Travolitzed name is Campbell Reezppo. Word.
Since I am cranky, sick and otherwise internally miserable, I will skip the personal commentary this week.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie. If you would like the recipe, look above. If you can make a sandwich and forget to put the top on, you're half way there...