This sandwich was perfect. PERfect. Not ‘pretty good’. Not ‘yummy’. But totally, completely perfect. The crunch of the bread, the contrasting textures of the bread and the tomato, the flavors of the salt and tomato and mayo combined.
As I sat on my deck, looking out to my neighbor’s crab apple tree with its rust colored leaves and golden apples, contemplating the divine temperature contrasting to the visuals of fall, I pondered my sandwich. If this sandwich were a family, it would be one whose every member was charming and vibrant of their own accord but when put together they fit perfectly like a puzzle. Though divine components in their own right, to experience them as a whole defies description.