This book makes me hungry.
Like, ALL the time. And not just for any old food. But for real buttery, drippy, crispy, thoroughly bad-for-your-veins, good-for-your-soul food. Homesick food. Comfort food.
But then I got distracted. One scene is set at an outdoors reception type event and one of the characters brought her famed cucumber sandwiches to the party. Now, I’m a fan of the cucumber sandwich. But I was not a fan as a child, and frankly, I don’t know anyone who was. I only discovered the joys of cucumber sandwiches in college, while working on a production of “The Importance of Being Earnest”. (In case you never saw it or read it, there is a scene in which cucumber sandwiches are the main sustenance for Algernon. It’s funny. You should see/read it.)
I rediscovered cucumber sandwiches when I lived in England, and I don’t really associate them with the American South. The English version of cucumber sandwiches was very simple: good bread, crisp and thinly sliced cucumbers, butter, salt and pepper. They are VERY tasty sandwiches.
But the book I’m reading now referred to cucumber sandwiches and mayonnaise in the same breath and I got curious. (I was reading on the train on the way home from work.) By the time I’d gotten home, I’d decided my dinner this evening would not be leftovers or homemade pizza or anything like that. No. Tonight I would experiment with cucumber sandwiches. For the good of all interested cucumber eaters everywhere, I would selflessly experiment with cucumber sandwiches to determine, once and for all (or at least for tonight): Which were the best?
I made them all the same, varying only the spread. I tried three varieties: with butter, with sour cream, and with Hellmann’s Real Mayonnaise. (I'd have tried with cream cheese too but didn't have any.)
And the winner is…
I was surprised. But there you are. Cucumber sandwiches with mayo are mighty tasty. I recommend them highly.
My father does not like cucumbers. If you offer him any, or perhaps, try to sneak a few onto his plate to see if he'll notice, he’ll growl and say, “Even pigs won’t eat cucumbers!” Then he might tell you story about how smart pigs are. (He and George Clooney would BOND, y’all.)
I just say, the pigs are missing out.