My very earliest and youngest memory is of my mom’s butterfly sandwiches. She would have us stand at the black door and yell at the top of our lungs,
“AHOY BUTTERFLIES, AHOY BUTTERFLIES”
And as we would yell, the butterflies would fly into our house and land on our lunch plate. After my mom had time to “prepare” the butterflies, she would call to us and let us know we were successful in bringing the butterflies in. Then we would feast upon them and relish in our success.
We love sandwiches for lunch at our house. Here is what we like: