I don't know about you guys, but I'm having what can only be described as a crap year. Following a few months in which I actively refused to give a shit about eating, I've come to realize that the only way to battle a crap year is to consume as much good food as humanly possible. Hence all of the Tasty posts here at Probably Awkward. And also the That Which Does Not Kill Me stuff, which is less about quality, sure, but is still about the joys of trying crazy shit. I love eating, and I'm glad that sometime in May of this year I remembered that food may not cure all ills (the ongoing crappiness of this year is proof of this problem), but -- BUT: food is nonetheless a great reminder of what's possible, if only you put your mind to it.
Proof positive of someone putting their mind to it: the PMB sandwich at Sullivan Street Bakery. Serious Eats posted something about this a little while back, but well before their discovery of the sandwich, I had already made a bi-weekly habit of taking a nice, long, leisurely walk over to 47th between 10th and 11th avenues to pick one of these babies. PMB = pancetta, mango, basil. And dear god, it's good. The juicy sweetness of the mango offsets the salty/smoky/crispy goodness of the pancetta; the basil then swoops in with its pungent kick. They top off the whole thing with a sprinkle of chili powder. Don't get me started on how good the bread is -- a thinly crunchy exterior + soft interior, Sullivan Street bread never falls apart, but is never so hard that you can't make your way through it. The various components of the sandwich come together perfectly, each part necessary but still distinct. God, I could live off these for a while.
So I just had one of these sandwiches today, some 12 hours after getting beleaguering news. I may not be able to stop the crap, but at least I can surround myself with reminders that life isn't completely out of whack.
[Photo swiped from Serious Eats.]