We would all pile into dads recent acquisition, his first ever motorised wheels, a light blue Morris Minor Traveller, we being mum and dad, sis Chris and me and little brother John. This little blue beauty had opened up new horizons for us, no longer hampered were we by the limitations of bus routes. The countryside was ours.
Mum would pack a little hamper of food, this wonderful and simple feast bringing the fondest of memories of the oft happiness of childhood. My favourite of this delightful fayre being the cheese and tomato sandwiches, which we would unwrap from the little greaseproof paper packages mum lovingly made. Salt was not regarded as a problem then and when making, mum would liberally coat the innards of the sandwiches with it, facilitating osmosis drawing the tomato juice until it ran into the bread and softened the cheese. My first memory of food is the heaven of soggy cheese and tomato sandwiches (and I am salivating now thinking of this delight) washed down with what was then a treat of dilute orange juice.
I only have vague memories of our trips out, the enjoyment of our green and pleasant land. But I do so remember the wonderful the delicious soggy cheese and tomato sandwiches! It is a lasting and pure love!
Buds fit to bursting
feasting on sunshine, alas
no crumbs for the ducks
Toni at dVerse has us writing of Yum!!! for Haibun Monday, that is ‘The Best Meal You Ever Ate.’
The above is mine and will always be so. It must be said that this meal also consisted of a packet of Smiths crisps with its little blue salt bag and a two finger Kit-Kat and mums homemade currant buns.
Maybe this first love is why I continue to enjoy buffet lunches, most wonderful things!
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Author: Reinhard Kirchner