A Sad Moment

When I was a young girl, at this time of the year, when the last of the tomatoes were being picked, my Mom would make what she called "open face tomato sandwiches". Yesterday, a neighbor of mine brought me the last of his tomatoes. Big, red, juicy, vine ripened tomatoes. I just had this incredible urge to have an "open face tomato sandwich". Big problem here. I don't know how to make them. I thought to myself, sure wish I could call Mom and ask her. Well, I can't and it is so very sad. So, I tried and they did not come out like hers at all. I know she put them under the broiler. A piece of bread, a slice of cheese and a thick slice of a tomato. Now, I don't know if she buttered the bread, I can't even remember if the cheese was on top or the tomato. I vaguely remember seeing the cheese that turned brown on the edges from being under the broiler. I put the tomato on top, but now I think maybe the cheese should go on top. I guess I will have to try it again sometime. Just wish I could talk to my Mom.