When I was little, my parents seemed to think that summer tomato sandwiches were the height of deliciousness. I did not agree. In fact, I didn't care for tomatoes in any way, shape, or form. I've since seen the error of my ways and this summer, I'm trying to make up for lost time .....or lost tomato sandwiches.
My own version involves sourdough bread, freshly ground black pepper, and just-picked basil leaves from right outside the back door. Tomatoes from my aunt and uncle's garden are the secret to the deliciousness, I think.
Oh, and this is the only time I ever use mayonnaise. Just not the same without it.
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