“The Reuben sandwich is an American hot sandwich composed of corned beef, Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, and Russian dressing, grilled between slices of rye bread”
or so says Wikipedia.

I say YUM ! !
& it’s a beautiful memory too.

It was 28 years ago, the day before my Gramma’s funeral.
My family and I were gathered at Auntie’s house.
We had just returned from Gramma’s wake.
Tired and overwhelmed but, leaning on the love of each other, most of us were squished in Auntie’s kitchen, everybody talking at the same time, laughter, tears.
I was six months pregnant with Child #3, so they sat me front and center at the table while Mom, Auntie and Great Aunt prepared a meal.


I had never had one before.
Why ?
Don’t ask me.
Apparently this simple sandwich could not meet my finicky qualifications.
It looked funny, so I never tried.

What a goof.

Chalk it up to baby cravings but, there was something about that reuben on that April day in Auntie’s kitchen that changed my mind forever.
From that moment on, it’s been love, Love, LOVE !

I adored the tag teaming teamwork of those little ladies.
Mom slapping the ingredients together, Auntie grilling them to perfection, Great Aunt making sure everyone’s belly was plenty full.
The scurry and noise in that kitchen was priceless family.

Fast forward to the day before yesterday and a knock on my door.
It was Dad.
Surprise !
He had made some reubens and wanted to share.
I gladly accepted and devoured
& yep
they are still just as good as that very first day.

That sandwich.
That love.
Hits me right smack dab in the heart every single time.

Have I mentioned life’s simple pleasures really, truly are the BEST ???
It’s true.