Dated 22-August-2008

The white bag sits on the counter
Its red, blue and yellow spots can be seen
From my seat at the table
Mommy gives me a slice while I wait.

I rip off the crusts and eat them first
Squish, squish making the bread flat
I fold it in half, squish, squish
In half again, squish, squish

Again, squish, Squish
Forming the bread into the smallest cube I can
AMAZING how little actual bread there is in the slice
It’s a Wunder. Chomp

In the meantime, I can hear the sizzle
Of the boloney hitting the frying pan.
I can smell the butter and meat
see the red “skin” in the counter

As the boloney sits in the pan
I can see in my head the smiles forming
Where mommy cuts the slices
So, they don’t bubble up when they fry.

Two more slices of bread come from the bag
Both slathered with mayonnaise
Never mustard, mustard is gross
So, I get Mayonnaise

The boloney hot from the pan
Placed between the white slices
Melts the mayo into the bread
Warming the sandwich from the inside out

A plate, A glass of milk
Lunch is served
Thanks mommy
Chomp.