It does. I promise, I used spell check. Okay, fine, it doesn't spell sandwich technically. But to me, when I see a tomato I think about one thing and one thing only...a sandwich. I would marry love love love a tomato sandwich. Have we reached the point of this post yet? Nope, I still need to say tomato at least 10 more times. January isn't prime tomato season, that comes during the summer, but I can still make do with the produce that the grocery stores manage to scrounge together this time of year.
Only three ingredients needed. 1. Bread 2. Mayo 3. Tomato
Yes, this is my sandwich, er...sandwiches, there were two of them.
I could eat this once a day for the rest of my life if only someone would drop by my house with a fresh loaf of white bread and a bag of juicy red tomatoes for my disposal. It works out even better for me that Matt doesn't like tomatoes because that means...I don't have to share.
At this point I need to give a shout out to the only person I know that loves a tomato sandwich as much as me, Heather Young. I miss the lunches with her in which between the two of us we could wipe out an entire loaf of bread and half a dozen tomatoes.
6 comments:
Yum!! But the bread has to be toasted for me!!
you can have my share of tomatoes too Chelle
Mal, I will be sending you my address. And Cari, I like my bread toasted too sometimes!
That's good stuff girl!! Makin' my mouth water :)
Chelle - I'm going to need you to buckle down and get more serious about blogging! I need something to read! Ha! Love ya!
I know this Shan...I will try to do better.
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