Tomato sandwiches 

Being a person of a few decades or more it seems that a blog will always contain these nostalgic references to past memories.  First let me say that life, right now today, is great.  Not all my great memories come from the distant past.  Yesterday was full of wonderful things and today, as I spend it with Yanni, his last day of Spring Break, will be another wonderful memory in the making, just going shopping with him and trying to figure out what to do next. 

But somehow the past tugs at you and for the past few days, probably the unseasonably warm weather has me longing for the tomatoes of the past.

One of my favorite summer memories... tomato sandwiches.  Four simple ingredients: sliced white bread, mayo, pepper and tomato.  But not just any tomato, beefsteak tomato which was so big the three or four slices in the center were bigger than the slice of bread.  You spread mayo on both pieces of bread, pepper it and then lay that one huge, deep red slice of tomato on there.  When you take that first bite the sandwich is so moist the bread sticks to the roof of your mouth and you have to take your tongue and work it off.  But when that savory, richly flavored tomato hits those taste buds.... summer heaven.  I just can't find a tomato that tastes the same way these days. 

Its funny though,  I don't remember where tomato sandwiches came from,  was it my mom, my dad, did they make them for me,  did I make them myself?  Doesn't matter... they were so good. 

The search for the great tomato goes on every year.... maybe this year I can taste a little bit of my childhood, sliced white bread, mayo, pepper and a game changing tomato. 

For now, Yanni and I go to the store because tonight is fish tacos!