Laura lives in Zion Crossroads peacefully with her husband Rick, despite his preferring mayonnaise on his sandwiches. Neither of their cats, Hallie or Bella, likes mayonnaise either. Laura would love to hear what kind of sandwich you enjoy. She can be reached at hallielaura@gmail.com.
Laura lives in Zion Crossroads peacefully with her husband Rick, despite his preferring mayonnaise on his sandwiches. Neither of their cats, Hallie or Bella, likes mayonnaise either. Laura would love to hear what kind of sandwich you enjoy. She can be reached at hallielaura@gmail.com.
Dear Readers, apparently I’m hungry as I write this column, because the only subject I want to think about is sandwiches. Here we go!
I grew up eating sandwiches on Wonderbread. When I was 7 years old, my Mom sent me to the neighborhood market to buy a loaf. In our small Illinois town, stores closed at 5 p.m. on Saturday and were closed all day on Sundays (back then it was called the Blue Law). About 4:30 on Saturday Mom realized in a panic we had no bread in the house. She gave me a quarter and I walked a couple of blocks to the store and back. Unfortunately, I didn’t take special care while carrying the bread and we all ate very squashed sandwiches for lunch at school on Monday. My Mom and sisters were Mad. At. Me! Yep, I learned a little lesson that weekend.
Side note: I’m so glad to have lived in a time and place where it was (relatively) safe enough for a mother to send her child to the store like that. And also…a quarter bought a loaf of bread!? Things sure were different back then!
These days I eat sandwiches mostly made with whole grains. I will admit it took me awhile to get used to PB&Js on whole wheat bread, but now I think they are pretty yummy. We have both crunchy and creamy peanut butter in the house, since Rick and I each prefer different textures. Of course we do. “Sigh.”
When we travel, I will usually make some turkey and cheese sandwiches for the road. It saves us time stopping at a restaurant, plus we can eat whenever we feel like it. I carefully mark the sandwiches, because Rick likes mayonnaise on his. And…I cannot stress this enough…mayonnaise and I don’t get along. It’s a testament to my love for Rick that I even add mayo to his sandwich. If I bit into his sandwich by mistake, bad things would happen. ‘Nuff said!
Then there’s the whole discussion about how to cut up a sandwich—horizontally or diagonally? Rick swears sandwiches cut on the diagonal “have more sandwich” than those cut horizontally. O-kayyy, if you say so, Babe. And we won’t even go into sandwiches cut into quarters! According to Rick, “I can’t explain it, the math just gets too complicated.” Yep folks, once you say “I do”, you learn about ALL of your mate’s weird little quirks! And by then it’s too late.
While I was in Philadelphia last week visiting the Flower Show, I was able to have a Philly cheesesteak. Delicious—a freshly made, hot sandwich! I split it and some fries with my friend. That’s a great way to enjoy a sandwich, while people-watching and sharing lots of laughs.
Time to wrap this column up and go make myself a sandwich! Have a great week, Dear Reader!
