Some people are blessed with actual dirt soil in which to grow tomatoes. Some people possess special acumen for growing and feeding and caring for plants. I have pots, a hose and a wish. This year yielded my best tomato crop ever, which means that after the initial basket of decent sized tomatoes that could be counted on fingers, the plants kept on living and gave me a few more.
These last two prized fruits of the season deserved to be featured sliced thickly, sprinkled with sea salt and savored raw. It was fate that my kitchen also contained a freshly baked loaf of bread, slab bacon, a perfectly ripe avocado and remnants of the husband’s yellow pepper aioli. The BLT, a noble sandwich.
*The husband offered an alternate title for this post: BLATS’s the Way I Like It.