Here’s how to make a great sandwich: country white bread lightly toasted, contoured with mayonnaise, leaf lettuce spilling over the borders, overlays of tomatoes, train tracks of bacon leading straight out of town. No need for road maps, potato chips, or pickles. Yes, winter is waiting, just over the horizon. But right now, I’m going to sit in the sun and listen to birdsong. I’m going to eat every crumb, every plottable coordinate, now, while I can.
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2 comments:
Mmmmmm. And, I had local corn on the cob Saturday and Sunday. Mmmmm.
Mmmmmm.
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