Before: a bed of Hovis sliced granary bread liberally spread with butter and with a moderate squeeze of Heinz tomato ketchup.
With: that same bed of Hovis but now with three Young’s haddock fish fingers grilled and laid from top to bottom across the right hand slice.
No instructions are needed. The construction of the sandwich is intuitive. Timeless. The choice of bread is personal but that bread should not be toasted. The fish fingers need to squash into the softness of the fresh bread. Tonight I had a glass of water to accompany the sandwich but milk would probably have been a better choice.
Note plain white plate on a black marbled effect worktop background. Either it is important or it isn’t. Your choice. You’re a big boy1 now. The knife visible to the right of the photograph is leaning on the edge of the plate and had to be removed in between shots whilst the plate was taken to the grill for the application of the fish fingers.
Other truly historic sandwich reads include:
1 or girl, depending on which one you are (obvs)