There is just one time, during the
entire year, when I break with common dietary sense and buy myself a package
of bacon. And, that would be whenever the summer tomato plants are
maturing on the vine! Not the hot house variety and not the ones
sitting in the Produce Department still on the vine. (Who knows
where they came from, anyway)?
No, what I'm talking about is the real deal. Locally grown tomatoes raised in good old Missouri soil that have all the rich and tangy taste one could hope for in a 'mater'! My goodness! A sliced juicy tomato sandwiched between two slices of white bread with some bacon, lettuce and a little bit of mayo and I'm definitely in culinary heaven!
No, what I'm talking about is the real deal. Locally grown tomatoes raised in good old Missouri soil that have all the rich and tangy taste one could hope for in a 'mater'! My goodness! A sliced juicy tomato sandwiched between two slices of white bread with some bacon, lettuce and a little bit of mayo and I'm definitely in culinary heaven!
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