I'm sure that all of you have noticed that we have been blessed with rain for the past two and a half weeks. At first we were all afraid to utter the dire "rain rain go away" for fear that it would, and not come back all summer. Now as I get up each morning to check for gills and webbed toes, even this morning I found myself casting an incautious accusing eye to the sky as the clouds built up to an explosive burst of rain. I figured shaking my fist at the sky would be going to far, so kept my arm by my side. And why does all this rain bother me so much? It is because of what some may call the lowly sandwich, but what is actually the King of the Summer, the Tomato Sandwish...yes, I said SANDWISH!
As soon as the first warm day of March hits, I start dreaming about that first tomato sandwich of summer. Mac has already planted the seeds of my dreams in small pots in a little greenhouse we call "heaven" since that is from where all good things come. We Southerners dream of that tomato sandwich made with that tomato that comes from our own or a relatives garden. The bright red skin, the glistening of the juices, the sparkle of salt and the haze of pepper as it rests on a Duke's Mayonnaise slathered slice of bread and a similar slice lying along side, the mayo thick and tempting. I know, that is the queen of the run on sentence, but how can you not run on about the Tomato Sandwich?
So we have been watching the tomato plants for weeks now and the rain keeps falling. I hate the thought of rain damaged fruits out there but finally spied the first wonderful tomato just before the 4th of July. I carried it in reverently, gently eased it into a pot of boiling water, removing it quickly. I slipped the skin off and stood looking at the awesomeness. My eyes teared up. Then I quickly shook off that "in the presence of greatness" moment and got out the bread, the mayo and the salt and pepper. I cut one thick slice then stood back and admired my handiwork. Thinking what a great photo op this was, I grabbed my camera and took the shot. Then I devoured that little gift from heaven in thirty seconds.
That photo was so beautiful that I posted it on Face book with the caption Gone In Thirty Seconds. The remarks were so blatantly envious I had to laugh. That was one big tomato slice after all, and this was one glorious Sink Sandwich...you know, so juicy and messy you have to stand over the sink to eat it. One remark puzzled me greatly. My pal Lee asked this question, "is there wine vinegar in there?" In caps I answered her: NO THERE IS DUKES MAYO BUNNY BREAD SALT AND PEPPER AND NOTHING ELSE CAUSE ITS A TOMATO SANDWICH NOT A DANGED SALAD! She later asked me if I could rethink the caps, because it sounded like I was shouting at her. Forgive her, she's a Texan. She should absolutely KNOW I WAS shouting at her. I would fight for my tomato sandwich...wouldn't you?