Earlier this week, I came across this story, and immediately fell in love with the idea of this sandwich. Given how much of a steak lover Wiley is, I knew he would want me to make them for him.
He’s off tomorrow to go help my Dad with trailwork on the piece of the Appalachian Trail that he is responsible for maintaining. After the terrible snowstorm in CT Halloween weekend, they are expecting a lot of hard work cutting up fallen trees and clearing brush. It’s going to be a long, hard day – just the kind f day that justifies a sandwich made with two entire steaks and a whole loaf of bread. Plus, it’s his birthday, and everyone deserves treats on their birthday, right?
So, tonight I set about making sandwiches for the trail crew. Wiley couldn’t find a big loaf of bread, so he got three little ones instead, which meant we had wee little steaks to go inside them instead of big huge ones.
Of course, I forgot to snap pictures until I was already moving along, so we’ll start in the middle.
Hollowed out bread loaves:
Steaks just starting to sizzle:
Mushrooms, cooked and ready:
Steaks, nearly ready:
Sandwiches under construction:
Pretty packages, tied up in string:
My house is full of smoke from cooking the steaks, and the kitchen smells fantastic. The sandwiches are sitting under my heaviest cutting board and cast iron dutch oven slowly compressing, waiting for Wiley to pack them up in the morning. I hope they are half as delicious as they smelled – if they are, those men will be eating well tomorrow afternoon.
