Dying for a sandwich

I may have overdone it a bit for just two people. But then again, maybe not. The leftovers I was anticipating are quite a bit less than I expected. Good for me and my view of myself being a great chef!

For the fellow cooks out there, dark bread on all, one with eggs and anchovies (I may have forgotten to tell the guest that the anchovies had a best before date in July last year), one with horseraddish mustard and ham topped with cucumber, and the third one with Gruyere and a splat of wasabi.

Strangely enough we ended up talking about death all evening. It was cancer here, and Alzheimer there and dead bodies on display and dying young and I dunno what. Now in hindsight I'm thinking I'm never gonna serve sandwiches again.