My dad was always a massive fan of Elvis and that had a big impact on my childhood. If we were not watching one of the 1000 films he did, or listening to one of his songs, we would be staring at one of the 10 framed pictures my dad had of him, around the house.
I was never a massive fan of Elvis, which my dad never forgave me for, but there was one crazy Elvis fan ritual I was always on board with; the Elvis sandwich! If you didn’t know already the Elvis sandwich consists of peanut butter, banana and bacon, that’s right I said it’s a sandwich that is peanut butter, banana and bacon. This genius sandwich was severed to us at least once a month by our dad, and it’s a ritual I still do today.
Last night, my good friends David, Angela and Toby, came round for a pot roast dinner party with a special surprise; Elvis sandwiches for desert! To be honest the pot roast was so-so and I think my over excitement for desert overshadows my memory of the dinner party. All I remember clearly is the delicious glory of the first bite, the rest is haze of bacon and joy.
Toby and Angela had never tried an Elvis before but I had made David a few and he was as excited as I was. Toby and Angela were not so sure but I managed to convince them with my “nothing that has bacon in it is bad” argument.
Watching someone eat an Elvis sandwich for the first time is great. First off is a slight look of confusion as various textures clash, then there is the “what is this?” face immediately followed by a “Why don’t I do this everyday” face.
I recommend the Elvis sandwich to anybody that wants to have a fun and unique desert.