Yesterday when I was taking the train, I wisely decided that it couldn't hurt to have a sandwich in my bag, since you never know what will happen. It was a good choice, given that the trip was twice as long as it should have been. The problem is deciphering the menu choices in a short amount of time--I resorted once again to the point at the food, lift one finger method.
First bite in totally reminded me of my grandmother. When I was a kid, she once called downstairs to me and said 'What do you want on your bologna sandwich?!' "Cheese and mustard," I replied.
But she apparently didn't hear me so she called again "what do you want on your sandwich?" "Cheese and mustard", I repeated.
And that's what I got. Just cheese and mustard, no lettuce, no bologna, nuthin extra.
And that's pretty much what I had yesterday too, though I would venture that there was more mustard than cheese on that bun.
I miss you Gram. Thanks for 'visiting' me yesterday.
3 comments:
awe that made me cry... was that grandma colenutt?
yes, it was. And she was so terrific!
i think about her alot its about time i go see her. i have to say i have not been out there since she passed away
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