one of my favorite parts of summer, huge slices of tomato that are so ripe and juicy that they refuse to be ignored. It's like a tiny bit of August stacked between two pieces of wheat bread. I can even do without the bacon and be just as happy. If the finished product is out of focus, it's because I was quivering with anticipation. Living in Indiana my whole life, I know that this color and flavor won't be around in January,when all the sad hard little white excuses for tomatos will be stacked up at Krogers. Posers.
