Day 183
If John Denver were alive today I would have shared my sandwich with him.
Well, I’m sure he might have thought that kind of creepy … in a weird-stalker sort of way … but, in any case, I would have.
Homegrown tomatoes.
He sang about them … and honestly, after eating one, who wouldn’t?
“Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes, what would life be without homegrown tomatoes, only two things that money can’t buy, and that’s true love and homegrown tomatoes.”
So true.
Today, for breakfast, I had a BLT (bacon/lettuce and tomato) sandwich. Even though I’m to avoid squishy white bread I seem to be eating a lot of it lately (bologna sandwiches and now BLT’S!) … whatever. Some things in life you just have to splurge on from time to time and a BLT on anything but squishy white bread is not the same sandwich!
So, I enjoyed one for breakfast. It was piled high with cold, crisp romaine lettuce (the inner baby leaves), a semi mountain of super crispy, hot bacon, a touch of Miracle Whip (I’m not a mayo gal) and of course, warm, red, ripe, oozing goodness in every slice – homegrown tomatoes … warm off the vine. OMG.
It was SO good … I had another one for lunch!
I think I’ve had my processed meats quota for the day. I’m hoping all the lycopene and other vitamins in the tomato kind of counter act the bad stuff in the bacon! One can only hope!
In any case … my vines are FULL of ripening tomatoes. And it’s wonderful and I’m going to eat as many as I can – even though I’m allergic to them. Again, sometimes you just have to eat what is not that great for you! I don’t care if I’m allergic (I just get sick, my throat doesn’t swell shut or anything) … I’m going to eat them. And I’m going to eat as many of them as I can …
Unless, of course, the dog beats me to it!
Gertie is a tomato thief.
In years past we had to put up a little fence around our tomato plants because the dog would go out in the backyard and pluck off as many little tomatoes as she could gobble up before anyone noticed her doing so! One day we caught the tomato thief red- handed … or in this case, red-pawed! So, up went the fence.
Usually people put up fencing to keep out deer. Not us … we put up fencing to keep out a pug!
Tonight I took Mobes out for a nice, long walk. We got home and she was exhausted and promptly dug herself a cool spot in the dirt (great). Soon after I heard little dog yips coming from the patio. My first thought was Gertie was trying to play with Mobes who was sleeping … but then the barking was more urgent … and I thought maybe something had happened to Mobes and Gertie was giving me her best impression of Lassie’s “Timmy fell down the well (again)” bark.
So, I zipped out to see what she was trying to tell me … and there she was circling the potted tomato plants on the patio barking at them. She looked at me with those watery puggy eyeballs and then looked back at the plants. Don’t tell me dogs are not good communicators!
They are a bit too high (I hope) for her to reach … at least until she gets creative and jumps up on the chaise or rocker to get at them!
In the meantime … I’m waiting for a few more to ripen as I want another sandwich. And, so does Gertie!