The Sausage Tomato Sandwich Story at the Tavares Home…..

 Glen Tavares was a friend of mine in B Block GK1 , those who know will know, it was a posh address then it is  a posh address now…

We lived in the backlane which had nallah coming in from Panchseel, which is now covered and a posh.. park had come up on it.Glen played excellent football as our full back.

He had studied at St Columbus school- so did his brothers Mark and Trevor. His mother taught at the same school. mark and Trevor were younger Mark was in School and Trevor had gone to a Seminary very young to become a priest, he was later Brother Trevor until he became perhaps Father Trevor..

I got closer to Glen after 12 th when  he joined Bhagat Singh College and I joined KiroriMal College, we met every evening for a smoke … he always had a 20s pack and I ate eucalyptus leaves after every smoke to erase and obliterate the cigarette smell as my mom was the KGB agent, as we called her.

He was A Goan Catholic maybe Anglo  Indian some trace of Saraswat Brahmin from his mother’s side.. His father had passed away long ago, his Uncle Richard lived with them a man about town well dressed, would dress up for Golf.

We had other interesting people in the neighborhood including Jessica Lal, who later became famous for the wrong reasons.

This story is not about any of them, but the sausage sandwich I had at their place as hurried dinner his mother prepared before we went off to a night show movie at Archana Cinema. Which happened quite often.

Now the sandwich, white toasted bread slathered with butter… then horizontally sliced very large fried pork sausages with sliced tomatoes… salt and pepper….. just tooooo good. The memory the visual the tastes.. the juiciest  sandwich, the memory stuck with me forever…

It’s nearly 42 years ago I never forgot it… tried to replicate a couple of times over the years perhaps never could until last week when the earth moved for me the same sausage taste which took me to my boyish days… the juicy tomato and the butter slathered on the white toasted bread… there could have been more butter… well it was a dream fulfilled.