Today, by a stroke of genius, I made a turkey, cheese and tomato sandwich with mayo and apricot jam. It was delicious. I thought initially of my mom who introduced me to cheese and jelly sandwiches. And then I thought of my dad, who eats sandwich combos like peanut butter, turkey and sauerkraut. All these years I thought he ate them because it made us giggle and crowd around to watch when we were little--and roll our eyes and leave when we were teenagers. (Sorry dad. We were brats.)
But for the first time today it occurred to me that he might actually eat those sandwiches because they taste really good to him, which led me to this conclusion: clearly I am the lucky heir of a highly refined and diversified sense of taste. So, here's to you, Mr. Sandwich Man. My tastebuds turn their grateful eyes to you.
3 comments:
no it's not because they taste good to him, it's because he has no sense of taste
have you ever tried grilled cheese sandwich w crunchy peanut butter melted on top hot off the grill? ooh it's so yum.
That's what I'm talking about, Amelia! No, I haven't...yet.
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