Thursday, July 29, 2010
I don't know if God plays dice with the universe. I don’t know where God lives,what he wants, or how he thinks. I don’t know if God is good, or if he's love. All I know is what God eats.
Sliced, fresh heirloom tomatoes, butter lettuce, and apple smoked bacon on sour dough toast, slathered with mayonnaise and just a twist of pepper.
Before making dinner tonight, I decided to see whether there’s anything better in this world than a traditional Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato on toast. [There isn’t.] In the South, the recipes say, “Honey, just forget about the lettuce.” [Don’t.] On the East Coast, they seem to think it’s all right to use store-bought tomatoes. [It’s not.] And on the West Coast they add avocado. [Sinful.]
Only the Midwest nails this puppy.
Oops, that's Satan's helper.
I mean, this puppy.
Confession: Here in California, I put a sprig of basil on before serving, but take it off before eating. It’s just there for show, else someone might kick in my door and ask for residency papers. [That’s proves you’re smart, like Einstein or Hawking or that other guy.]
If God is all, then thank you for the BLT. And for Friday. And small favors.
[Don't get too chummy, your kitchen floor needs cleaning.]