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Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?

Sometimes, it’s the simplest things that stay with us the longest.

For me, it’s a vegetable sandwich — just soft white bread, a layer of butter, fresh slices of cucumber and tomato, and a sprinkle of chaat masala. That’s it. Nothing gourmet, nothing fancy. But to me, it’s everything.

It was my dad’s special Sunday morning recipe. While most people woke up to elaborate breakfasts or weekend outings, I’d wake up to the quiet sound of him in the kitchen, slicing vegetables and buttering bread with such gentle care. He didn’t cook often, but when he did, it meant something. It was his way of showing love — not loud, but steady and comforting.

The first bite always hit just right — cool cucumber, juicy tomato, the buttery softness, and that little kick from chaat masala that somehow tied it all together. No sauces, no layers — just freshness and flavour wrapped in simplicity. It wasn’t just a sandwich; it was a hug in food form.

Even now, whenever I make it — especially on slow mornings when I miss home — I’m transported. I can almost hear him asking, “Want a sandwich?” like it was a secret ritual just between us. And I remember how we’d sit together, not talking much, just enjoying the quiet start to the day.

It’s funny how food does that — carries memories long after the moment has passed. Some meals fill your stomach, but others fill your heart. This sandwich is one of those for me.

It reminds me that love doesn’t always need grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s buttered bread and five quiet minutes at the table.

Some foods aren’t just meals — they’re memories, emotions, and love stories we carry forever.

And for me, that simple sandwich will always taste like home.