tastes like summer

yesterday Michelle & i had a long in depth conversation about the merits of a tomato sandwich. the memories flooded in, deep & sweet...

in the heat of summer, those long lazy dog days of August, when the air would hang thick & heavy, so full of humidity it seemed you could scoop up a handful of it & toss it like a slushball. those days that are almost too stifling to eat, let alone heat up the kitchen further by cooking a meal. those were the days my Gram would head back to the garden & pick a couple of red ripe tomatoes off the vine. back in the kitchen, she would lightly salt thick juicy slices & layer them generously on pieces of bread, slathered with mayo. there is very little that competes with tomato sandwiches on a sultry summer afternoon.