Cucumber Tea
that's a fightin' laughface, boyo!
after the
Foodapalooza thread. i only have one great food story left and it involves that very article. i took liberties as soon as i was able in my MetroBoston neighborhood, much to my mother's chagrin, but my first legal liberty was the summer i was ten. she would regularly walk me down to the subway station and give me a bag of cucumber sammiches - crusts cut off even tho i like the crust because, well, we're not animals - and 80¢, 15¢ each way on the el, 50¢ for bleacher seats.
i'd arrive several hours early, watch BP then come out to the front entrance to help Mr. Bullock. Retired from 50 years as a porter on the Boston & Maine railroad, he had a peanut stand right out on Racist Yawkey Way. In exchange for my bagging peanuts & handing em out so he could stick to his stool, i got a bag for myself at gametime. In between barking "Peanuts, a diiiime, three fo' a quotah", he'd tell me stories of Hornsby & Ruth & Gibson & others as he served them on trains from New York to Boston. There
still aint a ballpark food that pleased anyone as much as me Ma's cucumber tea sammiches & Mr. Bullock's peanuts on hot summer afternoons.
ETA: oh, and Italian beef's my pick, tho Italian combos (add sassage) are better