Being remembered, I mean.
The real truth is -- You can never know what people will remember...
I certainly hope Lilly and Warren will remember all the wonderful things we did during Grandma Camp. Or -- do I have to worry that the only moments they remember will be those bad times when Grandma lost her patience, or, worse yet -- POPPED HER CORK (yes, we even have a term for a Grandma meltdown)...
Last week, I found out that a man I used to work for --Jay Ohland -- died in 2015. We haven't been in touch for many years, but it was sad for me to realize he's gone.
He was an architect and I was his secretary, and we worked together in Pottsville, Pennsylvania.
I think of Jay every summer...because of his favorite sandwich...
The incredible, delicious, cannot-wait-for-it-every-year-I-look-forward-to-eating-it...
Mayonnaise and Peanut Butter Tomato Sandwich...!!
These are the basic ingredients. Fresh, soft white bread: Chunky Peanut Butter on one slice, mayo on the other... |
I lay the thick slices of tomato on a paper towel to absorb the extra juice... |
Then, I lay the tomato down...salt to taste.... |
When Jay first told me about his MOST PERFECT SANDWICH...(in 1973)...I thought he was crazy. It sounded like a terrible idea. Those things cannot possibly go together!! |
But I was wrong. And he was right. And this is a sandwich I've eaten every year for over 40 years... |
But I like to think Jay would be delighted to know that I think of him every time I eat his favorite sandwich...
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