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The toasted sandwiches were made in the iron frying pan, the wholegrain bread becoming a golden brown. The aroma would make its way through the house, announcing that lunch was ready. Then we'd eat. Warm bread, warm chatter and warm music playing; the cooler seasons never felt so cozy.

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In the summertime the cold sandwiches were all anyone wanted in the cafe, but come winter time it was all about the toasties. It was butter-side out and into the hot press to come out steaming and with a fragrance the air itself appeared to savour.

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The toasties Matilda served would appear in my dreams at odd moments. I'd be riding a unicorn and then suddenly one would appear in mid-air with wings of its own. Inside would be olives, mushrooms and tuna, all my favourites.

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The toasties were an eat-right-away food, too good not to eat while hot. So much of their appeal was in that comforting warmth, combined with a strong savoury flavour they were what winter afternoons were made for.