Profound thought for the day: BLTs are ridiculously delicious. Let’s face it—the main ingredient in these things is bacon. And I couldn’t be crazier about bacon. Old school frying pan bacon is good. But it’s really the microwave bacon that’s the gem. I like it to be really crispy, with the fat sizzled off. And extra carcinogens thrown in, for good measure. Apparently, I am not alone in my infatuation for these fatty strips of heaven. There are actually 314,236 fans of bacon on Facebook, as we speak. I hope the Oscar Mayer and Boar’s Head people are listening. They’ve got their target market all in one place. A proverbial worldwide bacon party going on right now online.
And speaking of markets, that’s where I got BLT on the brain. I stopped at Miller’s, a cool roadside produce stand in Hamburg. I wanted to take advantage of the last few weeks of really fresh fruit that we have left. As I was wandering around, I noticed a sign next to the tomatoes: “Have a BLT tonight.” And I thought, “Yes. Yes I shall. Thank you little hand-written sign for reminding me of my old friend, the BLT.” Again, great advertising for the cost of a marker and some paper. They didn’t just say “ripe tomatoes.” They sold me on the possibilities of what could be. And they sold me some lettuce and some tomatoes too.
For the record, Boar’s Head bacon is to die for. I’m just sayin’.