It's almost Christmas, with the family gatherings, exchanging of gifts, fantastic feasts, and the festivity of the season...but all I can think of at the moment is a sandwich.
Years ago, while working on a highway repair project, I found a small convenience store owned by a well known Italian family. In the back was a deli. It wasn't the most fancy of delis, and there was nowhere to sit.
As I examined the menu behind the counter, the muffaletta caught my eye. I ordered one, paid for my order, and hurried back to the job; eating on the way.
If you like mufalettas, you'll understand the difference between a good, and exceptional mufaletta. This was one that will give you a craving, and a return trip for another. I was hooked, and had many before the project finished.
The store eventually closed. Urban decay, and an older couple's decision, led to the end of an establishment. Like many of the old neighborhood stores, the ending also ended access to exceptional food.
This morning, while watching a food show, a chef showed the preparation of a mufalleta. The olive spread, fine smoked meats, and cheeses were added to a perfect mufalleta roll. My mouth started watering, and a memory returned.
So, with all the Christmas foods soon to be tasted, all I can think of is a mufaletta. I have the feeling I won't have one during this holiday, but if I do, I'll enjoy every bite..
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.