For about two-thirds of a year there’s no such thing as a good tasting tomato in Michigan markets. Oh, they look good. Red, ripe and round, except for the Romas.
But for a person who compares tomatoes with luxury cars, the Romas, vine ripened and greenhouse grown tomatoes are the junkyard Edsels of tomatoes.
Oh, how I’ve tried all winter and spring to make toasted bacon and tomato sandwiches with the winter-brand offerings. To try to make them tasty, I’ve made the toast from sourdough bread, rye, buttermilk and anything but wheat breads. Whole wheat bread turns me off.
No bread or spread made my favorite sandwich tasty. I even tried Oscar Mayer, store brand, Primrose and Hormel bacons. Nothing passed my taste test.
By the way, what’s with the sudden rise in the cost of bacon? One week price specials on bacon were two pounds for $5.00. The next week the best deal was two pounds for $6.00.
Is OPEC in the bacon, price fixing field now?
The first week of August gasoline prices jumped 20 cents a gallon over night, but that didn’t upset me as much as the boost in bacon.
I yearned for homegrown tomatoes so much I drove out to Bill and Barbara Middleton’s, you-pick tomato farm between Oxford and Ortonville last week. I see Barbara rather often and she tells me they planted more this year and the crop looks great.
The crop looked great to me, too, but the tomatoes weren’t ripe that day.
Back home, I was fussing in my garage that Sunday morning when three little neighbor kids came over and handed me a sack. One said, ‘Here’s some zucchini and tomatoes. Mom says this may be the last of the zucchini this year.?
I love fried zucchini and neighbor Maceys have kept me supplied. (I confessed having even stolen one from them one day.)
I thanked the tots profusely, for me, and promptly fried up a pound of bacon.
Oh, wow! Such a treat. Such flavor! Such joy!
Rye toast, slathered with salad dressing, four slices of bacon and fresh, Michigan garden-grown, lightly salted, sliced tomato . . . it’s to die for.
What a summer this is going to be, even if bacon prices are doubled. I’ll just take more Lipitor.
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Quickies:
Sign on electrician’s truck: Let us remove your shorts.
What do you call the best butter on the farm? A goat!
I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.
Who first looked at a cow and said, ‘I think I’ll squeeze one of these things and drink whatever comes out??
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Pharmaceutical companies are promoting products so much on television that it’s causing problems for patients? doctors. A doctor prescribes, say, Lipitor, and the patient wants a more advertised product.
I sometimes think pharmaceutical companies also have think-tankers dreaming up names for something for which they can promote a cure.
AADD is one such so-called problem of we elders. (Actually, it’s problem with husbands, teenagers and other non-listeners.)
AADD is an acronym for Adult Attention Deficit Disorder. All adults have a deficiency in retaining attention. That’s how we cope. Free thinking, eliminating outside interference, is a survival method. We have to shut out, or at least screen temporarily, unneeded advice, suggestions or orders.
Ain’t no pill going to make seniors and teenagers hear what we/they don’t want to hear.