Here in the Deep South, we call the evening meal Supper. When it's 102 in the shade you don't feel like cooking, so Milady and I decided on cold sandwiches for supper. I found a couple of vine-ripened tomatoes, some nice cheese, and a particularly caustic yellow onion.
Tomato, onion and cheese sammiches. Oh, my! With a little mayo and fresh white bread, it's a southern delicacy. My breath reeks from the onion, and I'll probably knock back an antacid later, but my Gawd, it was good.