Post by Bruce Tackett on Jun 14, 2020 18:56:58 GMT
As some of you might already know, I am always on the lookout for easing my culinary experiences. The discovery of the apple slicer greatly enhanced the quality of my life, as I am always assured of having apple slices with my breakfast. Squeezing oranges on one of those twist-it-around-the-protrusion-in-the-cup thingy was a drag, and the purchase of a hand-held squeezer made squeezing the juice out of oranges fun and easy.
And now we move on to what had been the bane of my existence - slicing tomatoes. I have to have spinach and tomatoes on my sandwiches. Have to. Piling what I want on to a sandwich is effortless all the way up to the spinach. But then comes the necessary tomato. I have to slice slices, place a couple of slices on my sandwich, wrap the rest in saran wrap and place it in the refrigerator, happy in the knowledge that I won't have to slice another tomato the next day, knowing that I will have to pay the piper for that one day of respite. And then I have to rinse off the cutting board.
Never again! I say never again!! I was preparing to make a sandwich today when I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the unpleasant task ahead. As I was reaching for a dreaded tomato, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a package of cherry tomatoes. And a sudden epiphany washed over me. I slammed the top slice of bread down on top of my tomato sliceless sandwich, and then piled a few cherry tomatoes on the plate next to my sandwich. As I settled in to watch a Love Boat rerun, I just popped cherry tomatoes as I moved along on my sandwich. Hallelujah!
This is a small thing, I know, but if my posting this has enriched just one life, then it was worth the amount of time it took to type this.
And now we move on to what had been the bane of my existence - slicing tomatoes. I have to have spinach and tomatoes on my sandwiches. Have to. Piling what I want on to a sandwich is effortless all the way up to the spinach. But then comes the necessary tomato. I have to slice slices, place a couple of slices on my sandwich, wrap the rest in saran wrap and place it in the refrigerator, happy in the knowledge that I won't have to slice another tomato the next day, knowing that I will have to pay the piper for that one day of respite. And then I have to rinse off the cutting board.
Never again! I say never again!! I was preparing to make a sandwich today when I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the unpleasant task ahead. As I was reaching for a dreaded tomato, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a package of cherry tomatoes. And a sudden epiphany washed over me. I slammed the top slice of bread down on top of my tomato sliceless sandwich, and then piled a few cherry tomatoes on the plate next to my sandwich. As I settled in to watch a Love Boat rerun, I just popped cherry tomatoes as I moved along on my sandwich. Hallelujah!
This is a small thing, I know, but if my posting this has enriched just one life, then it was worth the amount of time it took to type this.
