Mike mowed the lawn today. When I was growing up, it was my job to mow the lawn. My parents have 10 acres of land, and I mowed about an acre with the riding mower. I would do it early, before it got too hot, and then I would come in and get cleaned up, and my mom would make us all BLTs.

“Adam came for lunch on Sunday. We had beautifully messy BLTs, with the bacon crisp and the tomatoes dripping juice so that the toast fell apart and we were licking our fingers not to miss any of it, and then using up half a dozen napkins.” -Madeleine L’Engle from A Ring of Endless Light

That sounds like the BLT to end all BLTs, doesn’t it? That passage is what I think of every time I have one.

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