Her name is Dymisha. One of those friends that settle into your heart, make it their home, and will always be there whether you see them again or not. That door in my heart has been opened recently, and those wonderful memories came flooding out, balloons floating into the sky bursting into lovely fireworks.
It was 1981. We went to church together and were doing a Paul/Timothy study. We would meet; Dymisha would make me an egg and cheese sandwich with an ice-cold-over- ice Coke (she had Pepsi); the kids would play. These sessions drew us close, taught us who the other was, and bound us together as sisters, sisters in Christ.
She was the one that turned me on to those delicious egg sandwiches that are to this very day my go-to comfort food. Whenever I’m tired and hungry, I make an egg and cheese sandwich. Whenever someone at the house is hungry right now, they get an egg and cheese sandwich. And I always, always, always, every time I make one, think of her, Dymisha. I put this recipe (if you want to call it that) on one of my blogs way back in the beginning, but I will put it on here again because it is just that good.
My Most Favorite Egg Sandwich In The Whole World
2 eggs (mix with a fork in the pan) fried in a T. of unsalted butter, no salt, better flip once, maybe fold them over some to fit on the bread
2 slices whole wheat bread, butter lightly one side, lay one piece butter side down in the same pan after scooping up the eggs with a pancake turner, then plop the eggs onto the bread
1 slice of cheese, whatever cheese you like, parceled over the top of the eggs, then place the other piece of bread on that, once again lightly buttered
flip to melt the cheese until it’s gooey and oozing out the sides and the bread is all crispy.
serve with an ice-cold Coca-Cola over crushed ice
It was my birthday, June 17, 1981. Dymisha had invited me to go out to eat somewhere, and I was so excited. Mom was going to keep the kids; a girls’ day out. But first, she said, we had to make a stop at a lady’s house for some buttons or some kind of sewing stuff.
Okay. I was good with that because we were out for the afternoon!
Well, first I have to tell you that Dymisha could do anything. Really. Anything she set her mind to, she could do it. If she decided she wanted to wallpaper her living room, the next day it was done. If she wanted new curtains, get out the sewing machine and make some that afternoon. If she needed shelves built, well, where’s the drill. She amazed me!
So I never thought anything at all about going down the street to the park for her to pick up something she needed to make.
Was I ever surprised!!
(to be continued)
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TO BE CONTINUED??!!! What do you mean??? Darn it!! Just like a t.v. soap opera! Listen, I think I knew this Dymishia. Didn’t I? Can’t remember for sure.
Oh well, I imagine you are headed to Mrs. Casey’s. But guess I’ll have to WAIT!
Gail, you do remember her I’m sure. She lived down the street from the church to the west. Can’t wait to put your stuff on here. 🙂
Can’t wait until the rest of the story……..hurry.
Glad you like it. 🙂