If you, like me, have been inundated this festive period with the supermarkets’ mediocre and, quite frankly, insipid attempts at the Christmas sandwich then I implore you to keep reading. Like I say to the very few ladies I’ve miraculously managed to woo back to my bedroom, ‘I’ll try not to disappoint’.
When it comes to festive sandwiches, I feel like every Christmas plays the same broken, monotonous record. Very few give me the excitement of the Coca Cola advert, for example, or the pure elation and bodily rush I endure while inhaling my entire chocolate calendar on 1 December (cuff me). Therefore, when I went sniffing one scintillating Saturday for some sangers that weren’t born out of a plastic sleeve, I stumbled, like a drunk Santa into a bottle of sherry, into these four beauties.
