When I hear Green Onions I think of the worst sandwich I’ve ever eaten.
It was back in my student days when disposable income was, shall we say, a little on the low side. So low, in fact, that when I was hungry one day, and looked in the fridge for something to eat, the only thing I could cobble together was an onion and mint sauce sandwich.
It tasted as bad as it sounds. Worse.
I knew then, a quarter of a century ago, that I didn’t want to settle for such ridiculous concoctions in later life, and had every intention of doing better.
Bit of a shame, then, that I no idea exactly how I was going to do better, and that the internet hadn’t reached these shores by that stage, and that I was years away from any real self-awareness to help me escape to a sunnier world where ham and pickle nestled in the bosom of soft, fresh bread.
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