One person’s perfect sandwich is sure to be another’s nightmare. Some of my relatives are gluten free, a friend is allergic to bacon, and a co-worker (who shall go unnamed but should be ashamed) loathes mayonnaise. These are (almost) all perfectly valid reasons for avoiding the BLT sandwich, but it is mildly distressing, as this is the poster-child food of summer.
During my childhood, my parents often grew a lovely garden on the side of the house. They didn’t attempt anything large, due to the poor quality of the Ohio soil, but our tomatoes (of big and small varieties) usually did well. Filling a skirt or basket full of cherry tomatoes and prickly cucumbers was always an exciting adventure, as you stepped carefully among the plants, searching for jewel-toned produce and avoiding large spiders.
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