BLTs on sourdough.
I spent a fantastic weekend at the lake with girlfriends. What could be better? We talked and talked and talked and swam and read magazines and shopped a little. My current life is a little girlfriend-deprived; all my free time is spent with boys doing boy things. Last weekend, no one shot me with an imaginary gun or practiced armpit-farting. Not one person peed on the wall. The break was--I would say refreshing, but really life-giving would probably be more accurate.
Because we are sensible, budget-minded women, we rented a condo and cooked for ourselves (other than one very expensive, not-very-good fiasco). What did we cook? Well, I would show you but I failed to take even a single picture. Mostly, though, our meals involved unbelievably delicious, perfectly ripe tomatoes from an Amish farmstand, and bacon. Lots of bacon. Mmmmm bacon.
When I got back, I had some of those tomatoes left over. And how could I deprive my family? A BLT is the best way to showcase fresh summer tomatoes. I still have a few left and I will be using them this week because I refuse to throw such gorgeous things away.
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Hooray for girlfriends and rejuvination time! And for summer toms! And for BLT's!
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