It’s Barry Enderwick’s mission in life to make every sandwich recipe he can find from early 20th century cookbooks. These are easily the most disgusting he’s attempted
Or is such a thing even possible?
I’ve got a bag of frozen meatballs just staring at me, but I can’t look at another plate of pasta. What’s a meatball lover like me to do?
I demand a doughy pocket of cheese and the truth!