Everybody has heard of a PBJ. And I've seen the classic tomato, basil, and mozzarella combo called a TBM on a few occasions. But hands down, my favorite three-letter sandwich is the PMB. By applying the transitive property, the PBM should consist of peanut butter, basil, and mozzarella—but that would be disgusting (or would it?). Lucky for us, we don't have to test that theory, because the PMB actually stands for pancetta, mango, and basil, a combo of ingredients that makes up one of my favorite New York sandwiches, found at the Sullivan Street Bakery....
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I think our Serious Eatin' overlord, Ed Levine, may be too embarrassed to post this, so I will. Last Friday, just as we were packing up and about to leave the office for the weekend, a messenger arrived with a delivery for Ed. Prominently bearing the Sullivan Street Bakery logo, it was loaded with bread, a handful of Band-Aid strips, and a note: "Hope your thumb feels better," proving that its sender, Jim Lahey, is not only a whiz with bread but also has a good sense of humor....
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Damn those Sterns. Why'd they have to turn me on to Wave Hill Breads? I've been doing so well on my diet by eating only whole grain bread. You may remember that last week I tried to sample Wave Hill bread, only to be turned away by a locked door and a sign telling me they close at noon. One of this blog's readers (who, it turns out, attended a talk I gave in Chicago on pizza) alerted Wave Hill's breadbaker-owners, Mitchell Rapoport and Margaret Sapir to my plight. Yesterday they delivered two loaves of the only kind of bread they currently make, Three Grain Pain de Campagne. I immediately tore off a piece and knew my diet was in...
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