In an earthshattering move of uncharacteristic behavior, Val has turned her back on Reuben! I join you in disbelief. I never saw this coming! For four weeks, I have been watching the menu from the Senior Center. I KNEW that Thursday was Reuben Day. Even though they changed the menu listing. Soup is not the headliner any more. I guess this is the summer menu.
Grilled Reuben
OR Cheeseburger Wrap
Macaroni Salad
Sweet & Sour Beets
Brownies OR Fruit
I don't know what kind of miscreant could possibly choose a Cheeseburger Wrap over a Reuben Sandwich. The rest of the menu doesn't actually call out EAT ME to Val. But that's not the reason I told Hick to NOT bring a Reuben home for me.
"I know tomorrow is Reuben Day, but I don't want one. Don't bring me a sandwich. I'm still getting over your not-pneumonia, and I can't taste anything. No need to get me a Reuben."
"It ain't no problem. I'll probably bring one home for my supper. I can get you one."
"No. It will be bad enough warming up YOUR Reuben. I'm not making that effort when I can't even taste it. I'll just have some soup."
Yes. Reuben is handled with care. His innards are separated from his outtards. The bread gets re-toasted in the oven. Then the meat with cheese and sauerkraut/dressing is slid onto the pan at the last minute, to get a little melt on the cheese again. Then I reconstruct Reuben, and slice him in half diagonally. The sides are just microwaved if needed.
I'm sure Hick will enjoy his Reuben. I will be sad about not having one. But I would be sadder if I ate a tasteless Reuben.