A Tomato Sandwich

“It’s difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a home-grown tomato.”
Lewis Grizzard

I’ve been on all year about simple pleasures and luxuries. While we were away in New South Wales I indulged in one of my long forgotten favourites.

A tomato sandwich.

When I was a kid my parents always grew tomatoes. No matter where we were there were always a couple of tomato bushes. When we lived in Cairns they were fertilised with the slops from the bottom of my Dad’s home brew (and incidentally were the best tomatoes that I’ve EVER tasted!) As a primary school kid, in summer there was always a tomato in my lunch box, despite the fact that my friends thought it bizarre to eat a tomato as though it were an apple. I loved them too much to give in to peer pressure and ask Mum to leave them out of my lunch box.

Having my parent’s home grown tomatoes on soft white bread, with the tiniest shake of black pepper … it was one of the best things in the world and an easy weekend lunch. Everyone knows, you can only truly enjoy a tomato sandwich fresh – before the sweet juices turn the bread back to dough.

While my cherry tomatoes this year are more like weeds (they have taken over part of the backyard) … I haven’t perfected their bigger sisters. I think I need to get some good organic stock. Or perhaps Dave needs to start brewing his own beer!

So this summer – I will be treating myself to the effortless pleasure of a tomato sandwhich on fresh chunky bread more often. Who knows – maybe I’ll even fire up the bread maker and start making my own bread again?

If a sandwich can be considered a simple luxury – how do you indulge?

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