It’s National Cold Cut Day. It’s interesting how the human mind works. I looked at the list of today’s subjects very early, then later, told my husband I wanted a submarine sandwich for supper. In upstate New York that is the name for a foot-long sandwich filled with cold-cuts, lettuce, tomato, onion, and mayonnaise, or oil. Of course other things like pickles, peppers and olives can be added also. And, it might be slathered with mustard too.

Across the U.S. this sandwich has different names. It’s interesting how food names are colloquial, just like slang and how one drinks tea. It proves what a big country the United States is.

When I was a kid I lived across the street from a small grocery store. They sold cold-cuts. It was a treat to have a bologna or hard salami sandwich. My aunt and I liked to have liverwurst with mustard. The liverwurst back then was mushy and spreadable with a knife. When I buy it these days, it always seems to be dry and flavorless. They just don’t make things like they used to.

I miss the old days when kids and adults alike spent time outside, there weren’t so many rules about what food was made out of, it actually spoiled if not eaten in a timely manner and eating over-processed cold-cuts wasn’t such a big no-no. Of course, they weren’t so over-processed back then, and we exercised off the ill effects. And now I’m attempting gluten-free too, so there goes a good bread roll. It might just be the day to throw caution to the wind and have an oily, cold-cut stuffed, extra onion, submarine sandwich. I can already taste it.