I’m going to make a very, very gross assumption and say that all food bloggers talk to their food. I know that I have begged, pleaded, and bartered with food. I’ve showered it with compliments.
Yesterday, I cooed at it. Before I'd even cooked it.
"Look at you all teeny tiny. I could just eat you right up.”
“Who’s the cutest little sandwich ever? You are. That’s right, you are.”
There was more, but what little dignity I have insists that I stop.*
I love food in miniature, but little sandwiches with a formal name are extra cute.
This is going to become my new favorite brunch/cold weather/appetizer dish. They are so easy and everyone is going to love them. To quote my cousin Michael**, “They’re really good, but you cheated. You put melted cheese on anything and it is going to be amazing.”
I did make the bread from scratch because I could not find mini brioche. And I didn't want full sized brioche cut into small pieces. I wanted mini brioche. I also didn’t look very hard because I looove making bread. But making the bread is definitely not necessary and as such I will not be sharing the recipe until later this week. Seriously, any good brioche would be amazing.
I haven’t even gotten to the best parts. It can be made in advance and the sandwich is cooked in the oven. The top gets all melty and gooey, and the bottom gets brown and toasty and I wish I still had some left now. Put a fried egg on it, and you have a Croque Madam, and a room full of amazed brunch goers (or Oscar party attendees). They don’t need to know how easy it was.