Adventures with Steak-Umms

So I bought the bread so Tom could make his Steak-Umm sandwiches.

"I can't quite remember how to make them," Tom said, scratching his head.

Then why did he buy Steak-Umms in the first place?

*Le Sigh*

Thankfully Jennifer gave me the link for this site:



It had a video on how to make a Steak Umm sandwich.

Then I asked Tom if he planned on cutting up vegetables.

"What for?" he asked.

"Um. Our sandwich?" I didn't want a plain Steak-Umm sandwich with cheese. No thanks.

"I wasn't planning on it," Tom admitted.

"Could you saute some onions?"

Tom knitted his eyebrows. "Saute?"

I half expected him to go, "Thems fancy words! What's a saute?"

"I'll saute," I said quickly.



Tom got the box of Steak-Umms out.

"They remind me of tongues," I said as Tom stuck two on a saucepan.



"Giant cow tongues," I continued. "Is that how they're supposed to look? They look gross."



"They are not gross," Tom argued. "They are delicious."

"But they're rectangular!"

"Give the Steak Umms a chance!"



(That's Tom's usual expression. It's why people always ask me if he's mad. No. He's not mad. That's just the way he looks.)

"They smell weird," I said.

"They smell delicious," Tom answered.

This is Tom's boring sandwich:



"Ketchup?" I said as Tom squeezed some on. "Ew. I'm putting mayo on mine."

This is my awesome sandwich:



Mayo, mustard, Steak-Umm with swiss cheese, onions and tomatoes.

It was pretty good. It's probably not something I'd want often though.

Anyhow. That's my adventure with Steak Umms.

I never knew steak could look and smell like that.