Good thing I finally made some BLTs, because by the above culinary criteria I was about to have a year without a summer. (Ha, ha–right; like anyone, even someone in deep denial, could pretend that summer isn’t officially happening. Because it’s happening at full
throttle mercury on my thermometer.)
Lovey and I got a couple strong hankerings–his for bacon and mine for vine-ripened, juice-heavy tomatoes. We satisfied his urge at the grocery store and mine at the farmer’s market, then stacked up the bounty in our kitchen. Ahhh, bliss!
Add sweet tea and that, my friends, is summer.
What meal perfectly captures the season for you?