Friday, 15 January 2010
I have a strange affection for a steak and cheese sub with Southwest Sauce from Subway. I don't have it often because I know that it can't be good for you, but I have tried to replicate it at home. I've accepted that I'm not going to be able to replicate the yummy bread, but I was determined to try and replicate the sauce. I've tried other pre-made Southwest sauces, but none of them worked. I've tried making my own, sourcing chipotle chillis from online and finding the perfect horseradish cream, but they didn't quite get there. I gave up after a little while and moved onto other obsessions.
It didn't stay away for long. Soon, the thought came wriggling back into my head. That sub tastes really good, it went. My brain agreed with the thought. It does taste really good. I would like to taste that again.
Then my dear darling sister (who works at Subway) procured the above plastic bag of orange deliciousness for me and sent it down with our mother on her recent visit. Thanks S!!!
I'm determined not to look at the ingredients and just enjoy it. The bag is quite massive though, I'm not sure if I'll be able to eat nearly a litre of the stuff before February and I'm sure my arteries will thank me for that.