Wife, writer, tinkerer, grower of food. I'm happiest outside our rambling farmhouse with a basket looped on my arm, picking dinner from the garden. That's joy right there. Please follow along; I'm so glad you're here!
There is only one proper way to greet a 'mater sammich, and it is this way, Carrie Bradshaw-style: "Hello, lover." Especially when it contains fresh basil, and an egg that is oozing onto your plate.
I feel like every over-committed moment of my summer has gently been building towards this sandwich. Do you ever feel that way about a sandwich? Without even realizing it, as I assembled the parts and pieces for this beauteous creature before lunch yesterday, I began mulling over my general dissatisfaction with this summer, and thinking, slowly, hey, it's not so bad, because I get to eat this sandwich. As if one tomato sandwich could take a ho-hum summer to new heights.
I took one bite and all was right with the world.
I had done summer up right, finally, I realized. That was all it took.
Should you find yourself in the midst of a ho-hum summer yourself, well, don't delay! Toast two slices of soft bread (this is not the time or place for crusty baguette). Fry an egg. Leave the yolk a bit runny if that is your bag. When you flip it, add a few shards of cheddar cheese. Slice into a fresh homegrown tomato, and pluck a few basil leaves. Smear a little bit of mayo or butter on the toast. Pile it up: toast, egg, tomato, basil, toast. Then give it a good firm smash with the side of your hand, just enough to break the yolk and release those heavenly tomato juices. Eat. Feel unfettered bliss.