9 August Tuesday

What an amazing word. A word we all know what means even though the word itself doesn’t suggest the object it represents. Sandwich. Whenever I hear this word or read it, I feel like eating a sandwich. Saying the word sandwich gives the same mouth feel of eating one. I can hear my fourth grade teacher saying the word SANDWICH very slowly, very deliberately. Or my dad, mouth half full nodding his head. “That’s a pretty good sandwich” he’d say, and he really knows from sandwiches. Sandwiches.

That is a picture of a sandwich. A tuna melt to be exact. My goal over the next few days will be to nail the Tuna Melt, for no particular reason. Here is the buttermilk bread I made before the sandwich was made.

This bread is so tasty and sturdy; it’s the best for sandwiches. It’s very simple to make too. I’ll tell ya about it.

Nah, later. I’m feeling sentimental.