I've been doing a lot of things with tomatoes the past couple weeks (harvested 390 last weekend, and another 200 today), but sometimes, it's nice to go back to the basics. And that's a cheese and tomato sandwich.
I grew up eating these. The ingredient list was simple. Sliced tomatoes, Kraft Singles, Wonder Bread, and a bit of salt.
I can't recall the years I was eating these all the time. I'm guessing 3rd thru 7th grade, but I can't be sure. Each day, I walked home from school at lunch time to a waiting sandwich. I think it was a daily lunch, but again, it's been so many years, I can't be positive. But they've become a fixture in my mind. It was a sandwich that rarely let me know.
I do remember one time it didn't quite work out. We were on a class trip on the Circle Line, which is a tour boat that circles Manhattan Island. When I got on the boat that morning my sandwich was safely packed in a bag. But in the following hours, the heat, tomato acid, and salt combined their efforts to melt the cheese and turn it into an unappetizing, drippy amalgamation of bread and fruit.
Today that likely wouldn't bother me. The GF is often horrified by some of the things I eat and my tendency to treat expiration dates as mere suggestion, but the picky eater I was then wouldn't touch it. I waited of a fresh one the next day.
I'm still not sure why that failed sandwich stuck with me through the years.
Wonder Bread is no longer available in Western Washington, and grocery store tomatoes don't taste like they did back in the 70s. But the garden yields the fruit, and other white bread is a passable substitute.
And sometimes all it takes is a simple sandwich to take me back to a simpler time.