plinth on Nostr: npub18ljjw…480hq in my hometown there was an Italian deli in the middle of a ...

npub18ljjwuh8vt0lrh3fe3vsefddt40u297gtsk3d4v4ywhjnvms9zfqy480hq (npub18lj…80hq) in my hometown there was an Italian deli in the middle of a neighborhood that was run by a couple who were pretty old by the time I found out about it. They had a number of truly wonderful sandwiches. My favorite was ham-salami-provolone. It was made on an Italian loaf from which they tore out the soft center to leave more room for fillings. I loved when the Mrs. made the sandwich because she would ask "all the way, hon?" in a gravely voice damaged by years of cigarettes. "All the way" meant all the toppings, salt, pepper, herbs, oil and vinegar. These sandwiches got *better* if they had a few hours to age because they turned into something akin to pan bagnat as the crusty loaf got saturated with oil and vinegar.