My Legacy, Part 2

....Continued from yesterday:
    So, here's what made me realize that the memory of my sandwiches won't live on with the many after I'm gone:
    Several weeks ago my nephew Randy brought his girlfriend, Anusha,over to the house for dinner for the first time.

                             Randy and Anusha
  
    Randy specially requested that for dinner I make my green beans almondine and mashed potato casserole.  So I did...

Green Beans Almondine




Mashed Potato Casserole

   ... along with oven-fried chicken, a loaf of home-baked bread,  fruit salad, Tom's apple pie and ice cream.  Dinner was a hit and so was Anusha.
    So then the following weekend my daughter Claire and her husband Miguel drove in from Chicago for a visit.  Claire specially requested that I make my green beans almondine and mashed potato casserole.  And my cherry almond streusel pie for Miguel.

    And that's when it hit me:  People want my green beans almondine and mashed potato casserole.  They ask for them all the time.  No family get-together can happen unless I make my green beans almondine and my  mashed potato casserole.  And my pies.  And my taco dip.    And my mini-cupcakes. 
    But...nobody cares about my sandwiches!
    And that's when it also hit me: Nobody cares about my sandwiches because almost nobody knows about my sandwiches. 
    Not that I don't make them often.  I make them almost every day.  But I only got into the craft of sandwiching in recent times, and so the only ones I make my super sandwiches for are Tom and me and anybody else who happens to be around the house at lunch time, which almost nobody ever is, except for Tommy once in a while on a weekend, or back when he was living with us while he was recovering from his hip surgery. 

He's almost all better now, thank goodness.

   
    And maybe now and then I'll whip up a super sandwich for one of the other kids when they're visiting me or I'm vising them.
    But of course I never serve my sandwich on those special occasions when we have a houseful because, for one thing, you don't serve sandwiches, no matter how super, on special occasions when you have a houseful and besides, making even one super sandwich is time-consuming. 
    But then that which makes each sandwich so time-consuming is also what makes me feel like each sandwich is a creation, crafted step by step, piece by piece:
   

    And voila.  An original edible artistic composition on a plate.  Sort of.
    But in the end, I guess it's okay if  I'm not remembered for my arty sandwiches. 
    I guess it would actually be okay with me if people remembered me for my green beans almondine or my potato casserole or any of those other dishes - none of which are in fact really "my" dishes - all come from recipes that were passed on to me from someone else and that I've likewise since passed on to others.
    So anyway:
    Besides being a wonderful, loving person, what would you like to be remembered for?