First of all: it has to be eaten at night, in bed, with the TV on ... preferably in your pajamas, and preferably while you're still feeling slightly overstuffed from Thanksgiving dinner. [Although not SO overstuffed that eating The Ten O'Clock Sandwich is going to cause Eating the sandwich for lunch the next day -- or for dinner the next night, or the night after that, or the night after that -- doesn't count. It has to be fresh, right out of the aluminum foil your hostess wrapped it in. [Or -- if your hostess was less than generous -- right out of the bottom of your purse.] Second of all: absolutely no substitutions are permitted. No swapping out the mayonnaise with Miracle Whip, for instance. Only white turkey meat can be used. Canned cranberries are fine, but only whole berry cranberry sauce: none of the jellied stuff. And no trendy Seven Grain Stone-Milled Wheat and Nut Bread: only cheap, gluey supermarket white will do. The recipe is breathtaking in its simplicity ... and unyielding in its specificity.
And here's one more *rule,* especially if you are a newlywed and you have recently gotten your spouse hooked on The Ten O'Clock Sandwich: Make three of them at a time. Carry two sandwiches into the bedroom -- one for your spouse, one for you -- and then when he swallows his sandwich whole and begins to longingly eyeball yours, fifteen seconds later, you can casually say "Oh ... there's another one in the kitchen." Trust me. It beats having to climb out of bed and go through the whole process all over again. |