Tonight I was fortunate enough to have one of my most favorite foods for dinner tonight. A veritable Southern delicacy, some might say. And what is this most delicious food?
A tomato sandwich.
Doesn't that just make you drool? And it's made the RIGHT way, meaning vine-ripened locally grown tomatoes, chilled in the fridge before slicing, layered on toasted white bread, still warm and spread with mayonnaise, and finished off with paper thin slivers of cold, crunchy Vidalia onion.
Then again, maybe it doesn't make you drool. Maybe you're a -gasp!- tomato hater. I've found that one either loves tomatoes, can't get enough of them, or hates them and refuses to let them pass the threshold of their mouth. My daughter falls into the latter group, though I suspect with if she ever actually ATE a bit of tomato she might change her mind. Or perhaps that's just my wishful thinking.
There's also the tomatoes-only-in-spaghetti-sauce-or-salsa camp, which the group that my husband falls into. Either way, there's no chance that either of them will sit down to a tomato with me, which makes a meal like I had tonight a rare occasion.