“I made a sandwich out of things. I’m an American. We can eat anything as long as it’s between two pieces of bread.”

Winter has arrived. Yesterday and especially last night were freezing. It is 23˚ right now. The high will be 28˚. Henry is in and out quickly, smart boy. My dance card is empty today. I’m glad. The day looks pretty but is best seen through a window from inside the warm house.

Henry thinks my bed is his bed. This morning I woke up so close to the edge of the bed I thought I’d fall off the mattress. Henry was pressed beside me. I was cold as only one side of my body was covered. Henry, though, looked warm. Jack was next to Henry. I’m glad Gwen hasn’t yet joined us though she did follow me into my room last night, a first. I know the bed is my fault. I have entitled my pets.

When I was a kid, Duke, our boxer, never slept on the beds. He slept on the floor beside our beds or sneaked and slept on the couch. When he was really old, he slept downstairs on the rug in my room.

Winter Saturdays meant going to the matinees at the movie theater up town. The only movie I remember seeing was The Wizard of Oz. Though it was old, it hadn’t yet appeared on TV. The switch from black and white to color made that movie forever memorable for me. I was in awe.

I did a bit of dusting this morning and used my sweatshirt sleeve as a duster. It works well and is handy.

I think I’ll have hot dogs for dinner tonight. It is after all Saturday. I’ll skip the beans.

One of my friends often invited me to her house to play games. It was her father who first introduced me to hot peppers. It was on the table at lunch, and he put it on his sub sandwich. I tried it. From then on I’ve used hot peppers in my subs but also in most sandwiches, including bologna. My mother used to buy bologna rolls and jars of hot peppers. I’d cut my bologna and usually one side was thicker than the other. I’d slice the peppers, never evenly. My sandwich was always bumpy, and you could see the mounds in the Wonder bread. I had to hold the sandwich with both hands or the insides would fall out. Now, I buy jalapeño slices to put in my sandwiches. I usually put them between the meat and the cheese. My bologna comes sliced from the deli. My sandwiches now are pictures of perfection.

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2 Comments on ““I made a sandwich out of things. I’m an American. We can eat anything as long as it’s between two pieces of bread.””

  1. Bob Cohen Says:

    Hi Kat,

    When I was a kid my mother always made sandwiches for us wrapped in wax paper which we took to school in a brown paper bag. One of my favorite sandwiches was bologna on white bread with French’s yellow mustard. She always put in a small bag of chips or Frito corn chips.

    When we traveled to NYC we would frequent a kosher style deli and eat huge corned beef sandwiches on crusty rye bread. This food was unknown in Dallas in those days. A NYC deli sandwich contained at least a quarter pound of meat to which we added brown deli mustard from a small jar on the table. It came with a scoop of either coleslaw or potato salad. I’m a bigger fan of pastrami. Each deli would have several huge combination sandwiches that they usually named for famous people or places.

    Unfortunately, those Kosher style delis are going out of business all across the country. Young people want to eat healthier today then to devour high fat dishes such as those that I still enjoy. A famous deli on the Lower East side of Manhattan called Katz’s will probably be around for a hundred more years. It was featured in the movie “When Harry Met Sally” where they filmed a famous scene where Meg Ryan showed Billy Crystal how she could fake an orgasim. After her display they cut to a middle age woman who says to the waiter, “I’ll have what she’s having”, which was the director Rob Reiner’s mother.

    Here in Dallas we have a chain of Kosher style delis which are owned by a Vietnamese refugee family. When they arrived here in the 1970s the woman worked for our only bagel bakery and learned how to make N.Y.. style bagels. She then bought a deli from a Jewish man who sold the business because his children didn’t want to own or run a restaurant. Yet another immigrant success story. Are you listening President Trump. 🙂

    Here the sun is shining and the high is in the 60s. Tomorrow the high is forecast to be in the 70s. Winter weather stay away and come again somewhere else.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      My mother made sandwiches which she also wrapped in wax paper, but we had lunch boxes to bring to school. In the winter she’d sometimes give us soup in the thermos. It was either tomato or chicken noodle.

      I love corned beef sandwiches on rye. I keep the deli mustard on hand. I love mustard so I have a variety including horseradish mustard. I keep the yellow on hand as one of my friends prefers it. I remember that scene and remember reading somewhere about Rob Reiner’s mother. She was great.

      I got a chuckle out of a Vietnamese woman making New York style bagels. You are so right about how immigrants have enriched our lives in so many ways. Trump is a hater.

      It is so cold right now. The high of the day was 27˚.

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