. . . and I say to-mah-toe!
Either way, homegrown tomatoes are the best, aren’t they?
My good friend Kathryn came by with a generous basketful of just picked tomatoes. I could still smell the fresh earthiness on them. There is nothing quite like it.
It’s hard to resist making some BLT’s this time of year. I hardly ever cook bacon, but, come summer and sun-kissed tomatoes, a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich just has to be eaten at least once. Jason joined us Tuesday night as we dined outdoors in the gentle coolness that we have been enjoying here on the Cutoff. A simple supper of fresh vegetables and BLT’s. Nothing gourmet, everything goodness. Life is made up of the simple things that join together to make memories, like the summers of our youth playing tag before the street lights come on and grown-up summers with a friend’s generosity and the company of family around the table.
To-may-toe or to-mah-toe, any way you say, it’s the simple things that matter.
