Funny how childhood food remains a touchstone for comfort as we grow older.
My mother used to make us sandwiches thusly:
Toasted bread, one piece spread with mayonnaise, one spread with mustard. One or two scrambled eggs fitted atop the bread, sliced pickles and tomatoes on top of that. Cheese melted on the eggs was a bonus.
So, I no longer eat bread, but craving the flavors, you know? So I made a 2-egg omelet, topped with a chopped tomato, diced sour pickles, slathered with a bit of lo-cal mayo, and a few squirts of mustard. Heaven.
And you?