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.