My dashing husband has a theory: bread and tomatoes go together. Not just bread, but yeasted products–such as pizza dough–in general. He just may be onto something….
(In all fairness, he was wondering if something about the combination’s “pH levels” were “good for you.” Hey, whatever you say, crazy man! I like tomatoes on bread too!)
So, just for him, I made tomato sandwiches for dinner. Mine was open-faced with ricotta cheese; his, the standard two-piece stacker with pesto. We were both pleased with the choices we made.
And for Ernie? Ernie had the lentils from the lentil salad I also made (brown lentils tossed with minced red onion, minced dried tomato, minced parsley or whatever herb lives in your fridge at the moment, salt, lots and lots of black pepper, sherry vinegar, and just a sprinkle of crumbled feta) with the leftover corn from last night and some rice. Like his mother and maternal uncle as children, the child does not care for raw tomato or really tomato in any identifiable form and, as we all know, bread is gross and thus sandwiches inedible (oh internets, what oh what are we going to do when we need to start making him lunch to take to school everyday? His preschool provides lunch. I am spoiled! Spoiled, I say! But the child won’t eat a sandwich and how many tupperware containers of cold noodles with parmesan–which he would happily eat everyday–will my conscience get away with?).
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