I just can't go on without sharing this experience. It seems simple for some, but it is just so satisfying and simple...and of course for me, it brings many great memories back to the surface. Wheat bread, juicy maters, southern Duke's Mayo, salt and freshly ground pepper...that's all you need to experience this creamy, salty and acidic goodness.
There was nothing like peeling off your red-clay coated garden shoes and socks at Gingi's house after a hot day in the garden. At that point you knew what was coming...first things first...wash your hands. Then, you drank a nice frosty glass of ice cold water from the spigot. And what comes next was worth the whole day of work...
She made the best mater sandwiches...she had the special spatula, the metal one with the handle broken off, that always spread the Miracle Whip all of the way to each edge of the bread just perfectly. Then she would peel the maters over a bowl (some had tougher skins), and put them on the bread, filling the gaps with the small pieces that she trimmed from around the stem. Always salt and pepper, and of course the top layer of bread. Then she wrapped it safely in a paper towel so that you could carry it to the living room and eat in front of the TV without making a mess (yeah right...with a sammich like that, the juice runs down your arm!).
I can see her now, sitting on the couch, with a glass quart jar of Tang or 6oz glass jar of Pepsi on the coffee table, and the preciously wrapped bundle of joy in her hands, watching Jeopardy or the 6:00 local news. She still does it to this day.
See this folks...this is the famous juice at the bottom of the bowl. It was, and still is, fought over at every family outing. Usually the lucky person turned the bowl up, and slurped it down...crunchy seeds and all. And this time...IT"S ALL MINE. This is one time I am glad my husband does not like tomatoes.
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