The whole family would be grimacing in disgust at the combination of things in this sandwich. Most insisting that the combinations would taste awful somehow. My Uncle offered a taste to everyone, almost all quickly declined. It was my Mother and I who had the courage and the curiosity to taste this monstrosity of flavors coexisting on italian bread. The hardest part was trying to take a bite and get as many of the fillings at once in our mouth without everything sliding out the other side.
But I have to say, both my mother and I were pleasantly surprised. It tasted quite good. We actually went in for seconds, which I’m sure made my Uncle Gary’s head swell with pride, especially after enduring all those negative comments from the family.
Now my Uncle was free to eat his sandwich with the pride and gusto in which it was made.