This week, for lunch I packed cotto salami sandwiches, twice on homemade bread and twice on store bought white bread. Every time with mustard and sometimes with American cheese, sometimes not. I’ve talked before about remembering my sack lunches from Mom that I used to take to school. Back then it would’ve had Doritos with the sammy. I haven’t had a good cotto salami sandwich in a long time and it made lunch hit different. Even without her notes.
It was a real break in the days because it took me away to another place, another time. This is necessary during a long work day; it clears the mind. You’ve ever thought of a salami sandwich as a palette cleanser? Well, it was for me. I also enjoy biting into the surprising bits of peppercorns. Peppers. The spice of life.
During our week of mostly melt and very little freeze, the perfect blend of both flavors, I was happy to notice again the gradual return of starling song to my neighborhood. The ravens were extremely active and vocal and last Sunday, bedded down in my neighbor’s yard, snuggled up against their foundation were six whitetails.
