Panininini

I told Dom I would write something for this blog. This is not that something. This is, instead, an important observation to get the ball rolling.

The concept of a panini is brilliant. It's a delicious sandwich theoretically improved by being toasted. Take the sandwich, smash it between two piping-hot, ridged metal grills. After a few minutes it comes out, cheese perfectly melted, meat perfectly heated, bread all nice with the charred lines, ready to eat, or so you think. You size up the meal in front of you, pick it up, make sure its not too hot, and go in for that first bite. That's when you realize that the idea of a panini is really the best part of it. That shit is just way too crispy. As you try to chew the delicious innards of the sandwich, the toasted bread fights back, tearing up your gums with its armored carapace of browned carbohydrates. Now, you realize it hurts, but the inside really does taste great, so you grin and bear it and continue to eat it. In the end, your hunger might be satiated, but the roof of your mouth and your gums pay the price, especially when you go for the Listerine later that night.

Now, maybe I don't floss enough (damn you Dr. Rapavi, if you'd told me flossing would make eating panini fully enjoyable you would have gotten through to me better), or maybe I'm just a pussy, but the next time I go for a panini, I'm going to consider asking for a more flimsy kind of bread, or perhaps finding someone else to chew it for me first.