A good sandwich. It’s so subjective! When I think about some of my favorites, they’re usually tied to location or person, all holding great memories. One that comes to mind is the olive loaf, white bread and yellow mustard sandwiches my mom always packed for the beach. Sometimes she added Iceberg lettuce, which bore risk of sogginess, but did provide welcome crunch if it survived. I can still taste the briny olives and cool mustard. I can even feel the bread sticking to the back of my front teeth. . . I've also enjoyed sandwiches in cities that made them famous - Po' Boy and ...
Eggplant & Prosciutto Pressed Sandwich
