09/27/2026
Another overzealous effort to fulfill a sandwich craving in an unrealistic timeframe 😬
But here. She. Is.
This was a side project I was nervous about. Mortadella isn’t just fancy bologna, it’s an emulsified delicacy (that sounded a lot better in my head). I wanted to treat this with the respect and diligence it deserves, and man, did it pay off.
After 3 days, I finally gathered my courage to slice it at 12am. “Who doesn’t love a midnight Mortadella?”, I asked myself.
No one. No one doesn’t not love a midnight Mortadella.
I spent 30 minutes slicing 45 seconds worth of meat, just mesmerized by the patterns. Sometimes the pistachios would disappear for a slice or two, then eleventy-seven would appear again all at once. I’ve made a mental note to mix those better next time 😬
Anyway, enjoy looking at my sandwich. I bet you wish you had one of your own. I took it to bed and within 3 bites, I was running to the kitchen. Burrata + blankets = bad.
All this to say,
Side quest: Successful. Mortadella is now on the menu.