BLTs remind me of summers visiting my Grandparents in the Midwest. My Grandpa loved the tomatoes he grew in his backyard; I thought they were okay – better than the ones I was used to from the supermarket – but I was not a tomato person and usually turned them down. I did not understand how he could eat a plate of sliced tomatoes, sprinkled only with salt, with his dinner every night.
The abundance of summer tomatoes also meant BLTs ..read more