Ode to the BLT

Ode to the BLT

Believe it or not, I used to be quite the picky eater. I still have a few things I don’t like (mayo, anyone?) but in general, I’ll try just about anything now that I’m all growed up.

Which now includes a BLT. Hold the mayo, of course.

Oh, BLT, where have you been my whole life?

While in Arkansas last week, we had peeled, sliced, fresh, ripe, red tomatoes on the table every evening for dinner. Because we were in the south, and that’s what you do in the south. There, and at my Grandmother’s house and Aunt Allyn’s house here. But I digress. Anyway, one day we were planning for lunch and I thought… tomatoes, bacon, toast, lettuce – that sounds delicious! And by George, I was right.

You see, I used to be averse to raw tomatoes. I’m not sure what was wrong with me, really, but I couldn’t stand the taste. Then they started sneaking into my salads, but only if they were chopped very finely. Once I had mastered the small chopped tomato, I didn’t so much mind bigger chunks. Then pico de gallo and bruschetta became my amigos, and all of the sudden last week I was putting a sliced tomato with salt on my plate and gobbling it up.

So, listen, BLT. I’m really sorry I stiffed you all these years. It wasn’t you, it was me. I hope you’ll forgive me and we can remain friends for a long, long time.

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