Mayonnaise season has come to an end.
We actually used up an entire jar of blue-lid mayonnaise this year. I can't remember eating that many tomato sandwiches. Maybe there was a lot of salad dressing chez nous.
This photo shows what I believe is the last summer sandwich of the season. Tomatoes from the dying vines, that mayo, and leaves of sorrel from the pot on the patio.
Sorrel! Bright, crisp, tangy.
I have a lot of favorite herbs growing out there, and this one's really up there. We have a few remaining leaves, and they're scheduled for a weed pie, my pal Mouse's weekly supper of greens baked in pastry. I have no idea how she makes her dish, so I'll just be making something up. Parsley, some kale, garlic, sliced potatoes, feta cheese. And that sorrel.
Maybe later I'll talk to you about my rather recent, seismic lurch toward vegetarianism. It's not a 100% deal, at all. But I have just decided I don't like eating meat.
Never really did.
Still, a little bacon would have been good on that sandwich.