Spaghetti Sandwich?

During the sixties, Buffalo, NY was somewhat segregated. Not by race, but by country of origin. With only a generation or two removed from entering our country, immigrants settled in neighborhoods that spoke the same languages and had the same cultures. As the languages melded into English and cultures expanded outside each respective settling point the families stayed close. I remember my Grandfather living in the upstairs section of the duplex I was born in.
OK, history lesson over. I needed this preface to help you understand that I grew up in a neighborhood bordering from what I saw three different communities. German, Polish and Italian. Because of this, I became privy to the most amazing, authentic Euro-American food before my taste buds could walk! My Mom tells the story that after my folks were married, an Italian neighbor stopped over to show her how to make sauce. Any self-respecting wife needs to know how to make sauce, right? The thing I like about this that our neighbor did not just give her a recipe and say ‘Via con dios’. She showed her. Cooking (too me) is not following a recipe to the dram. It’s working. Measuring, combining, sifting, stirring, chopping, peeling, heating, cooling, watching, smelling, tasting, creating and loving.
That said, my university attending son Andrew made some killer spaghetti sauce the other day and just like Mrs. Collins, my childhood neighbor, the only way to make sauce is to make a boat-load. So after the pasta was long gone, I still had a hankerin’ for some for lunch. So the first thought was (and usually is) sandwich. So I soon collected the pieces of the puzzle.
2 slices of sturdy bread (I had some oatmeal/nut bread that worked well).I should have toasted it for stability, but I was hungry and the 2min 15sec was an eternity.
Deli-sliced Roast Beef (your usual sandwich amount – I use too much for most people)
2 slices of Provolone cheese.
A ladleful of Andrew’s Killer Sauce.
Make the sandwich and cover the sandwich (and the surrounding space on the plate) and eat with a knife and fork.
It’s a beautiful thing.