Salami

I always think about my dad when I have Italian bread or salami. Those were part of the supplies he stock in the big white and blue plastic cooler to keep us fed while hiking around out at Devil’s Lake State Park, Parfrey’s Glen State Natural Area, Pikes Peak State Park in Iowa, Wyalusing State Park, or any of several other places we’d drive out to with my grandpa or siblings. Apparently that’s the only time in my life that I’d have salami? The trips were usually long days and I can imagine I’d be crabby towards the end of them but sandwiches like these always remind me of waterfalls and eagles and riverside flea markets. Thanks dad. I’m looking forward to you being the grandpa out on these trips soon.