My dad will eat anything as a sandwich. I have literally seen the man make a sandwich with spaghetti and tomato sauce. But then again, he’s also a firm believer that any disparate foods will get along, as long as they’re all combined in scrambled eggs (I think of him when I add random veggies to the onion tart I wrote about a while ago).
One sandwich he made all the time was peanut butter, onion and cheese on toast. It used to gross me out when I was a kid, but Dad finally convinced me to try it one day. And it is good. I have no idea how, but it actually is tasty. I make the sandwich sometimes just to remember him making it, but Dad would probably think I was fancyin’ up the place with my whole grain bread and red, not white, onion.