SARDINES ON TOAST – A vignette
Spreading her toast with butter, sardines, lemon juice and black pepper, Julie recognised it was Saturday lunchtime.
She was one of four-children-born-within-six-years that on Saturday afternoons ate sardines on toast. Then they watched the B-grade movie while Mum, close by, tackled the ironing. Fifty years later, in lockdown with her husband, and sardine-toast crumbs spilling off onto the Saturday newspaper, Julie text-messaged a snapshot of her almost-empty plate to her brother Richard. She watched, and waited, for his response.
Ever the tease, two days later, his reply pinged in. “Looxury!”