BRP
Buns, Rolls, Pitta
In my childhood I became very familiar with a long road trip, multiple hours, soggy sandwiches that never held their shape, sort of always going spongy. The consistency alone destroyed any ambition I had to pursue cooking as a profession. The soggy sarnie became the centre of my culinary ability. But over time I’ve tried multiple different types of bread, genres maybe, to decipher the question on everyone’s mind, how hard does it need to be to stay strong through a long commute.
Rolls are the go to. You can get crispy, crunchy, hard ones, sturdy enough to deal with the constant bombardment of the hustle and bustle. However, beneath this rock like, snail like shell there is a soft middle, an emotional sponge. Any water that seeps in would destroy the roll. After a long day, yes, it might stay intact, but the sweaty surprise is no longer worth the wait.
Some days they are too brittle and it is like throwing your phone off a double decker bus with optimism and a heart full of belief it will not smash, and then, exactly as everyone else would have thought, it smashes, and the beef, mustard and flavourless lettuce is smooshed deeper into the floor like trying to get dog shit out of a stone driveway, you can never get it all out and the more you try the deeper it goes. The phone is smashed and your lunch is no more.
A bun and roll, think hot dog or sausage, either bread or pastry, they can hold. Not a hot sausage roll as they are the literal definition of a flaky bastard if you looked into the pastry itself and the family tree of a pig farm. But if you have ever thrown a sausage roll out of the oven because you forgot your oven mitts, well it does not hold itself. Then a hot dog, well that does hold its shape, but depending how angry you are on that journey will depend on the outcome. Say Sally cut you off at the escalator and you had to hold the handrail and stand the entire time, well the bun you thought was a stress toy has now smooshed, but the hot dog is fine as that is made from industrial droppings, so you will have a long sausage and maybe a garnish which was once a roll. But on another hand, in Greece a hot dog is combined with a roll to make a very unique sausage roll, there is no point to this sentence other than a fun fact and an interesting thing I witnessed last year and am only now bringing to light as it was that extraordinary it took that long to comprehend.
I am a sandwich kind of person, I just deal with it. They are smooshed beyond belief but if you were to use them as the structural supports of a skyscraper they would work, they are so sturdy and you can really experiment.
Pitta is a fancier choice where it is designed as the end result, it is already destroyed and that is how it is used. It is for those drunk enough for a kebab but too up themselves for a proper kebab, or those who are just a bit of a coward and are not there for the experience and just want a fucking sandwich.