Felice wrote:

> Which was not spent in The Land of Peanut Butter and Jelly:
>
> Two slices of white sandwich bread
> A generous slathering of Hellman's Mayo
> Half a tin of King Oscar sardines
> Two or three squirts of lemon juice
> A thin slice of onion
> Some crisp iceberg lettuce
>
> It doesn't get much better than this.

My favorite sandwich was "sort of" a sandwich. Mom would slice some hard
salami (quartering the slices) and cheddar cheese, then we would
sandwich it between two Ritz crackers. We just sat there enjoying our
"mommy & me" time. Sometimes, we would have good dill pickles on the
side. I still love the thought of those "sandwiches", though I haven't
indulged in that guilty pleasure for many, many years. She also use to
make braunschweiger sandwiches that I loved. Again, I don't eat that
stuff anymore.

But it still makes me smile thinking about it.

I also enjoyed sardines, but we never did anything special other than
using a toothpick to pull them from the tin.

Worst sandwich: As a kid, she usually made our lunch because we couldn't
afford hot lunches in the cafeteria everyday. I grew a huge dislike for
plain cheese sandwiches when many times the cheese was old enough that
there were those crunchy, white crystals in it. I still remember the
texture. Blech. PB&J would have been a delicacy on those days.

--Lin (we ate lots of sandwiches growing up)