. . . a sandwich?
Felt food has been on my 'to do' list for-freakin'-ever. I'm fascinated by it. I've bought the books, bookmarked the sites and 'pinned' the boards. When it's done well, it's amazing. There are some truly talented people out there, manipulating felt in ways you wouldn't think possible. There is also some hot mess franken-food out there too, reminding us all how not to do it.
Thanks to a dismal August with several bouts of illness and enforced bed rest (this month has SUCKED) I finally found the time to give it a go.
I decided on a felt sandwich because it's kind of in keeping with the whole felt camp fire/outdoor thing I've got going on for the boys. I used this excellent tutorial and, because I knew this food needed to be hardy, I treated myself to this felt. I couldn't believe my luck when I stumbled upon Two Blue Birdies. Despite living in a country with more sheep than humans, quality wool felt is really hard to come by in New Zealand. And good luck trying to find 100% wool felt - that just doesn't seem to exist. I have to source that internationally - usually from the US. Having a 'local-ish' supplier who has an amazing colour range, postage that isn't crippling and delivery times that can be measured in days, not weeks, is just so damn EXCITING for me!
(Yes, I need to get out more).
For each sandwich I made two slices of bread, a slice each of tomato, ham and cheese, a lettuce leaf and a fried egg. The fried egg was a bit 'off tutorial' but I'm OK with that.
I made two sandwiches. This was time-consuming and, by the third slice of bread, a little dull. But it was preferable to the fighting that would have happened because, as everyone knows, if there is only one thing then that thing becomes the MOST DESIRABLE THING in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD. And you must FIGHT to HAVE THE THING, even if you have never, ever shown any interest in the thing before. If your brother wants it, and there is only one, you MUST have it, at all costs. This is the Law of Brothers.
As is par for the course with my boys these days, they were momentarily excited by their sandwiches . . . and then they tried to weaponise them.