Summer is burning herself off, sweated my last patio of the season this afternoon.
Every Thursday (3-7) during the growing season Hinson Street Baptist hosts a Market in their Buckman parking lot; this is the joint, low on crowds, high on quality.
Tomato sandwiches are a staple. The Southern stereotypes you’ve heard about straw hats, women, and an excess of tomatoes – all true.
Please don’t use whole wheat bread for this, you are not allowed. You need Sara Lee White. Here in the PNW it’s stocked on the bottom bread bracket and will be moldy, go with Franz, slightly gummy on the teeth but it will have to do.
You need a scant teaspoon of mayo for a proper tomato sandwich. If you are located East of the Rockies this is called Hellmann’s. If you live on the length of North American earth that is due to fall into the Pacific ocean you are marketed by Best Foods. So strange. Same product.
You might chiffonade your basil, I like your style but I prefer mine. Take my hand and use some lemon pepper and a trace amount of salt on the ‘mato.
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