BLT

It isn’t summer until you have a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich. Of course, I’ve waited to have one until I had decent tomatoes, the key ingredient. It’s been a craving since my return from the motherland where the tomatoes were not quite ready for cultivation.

My gems were purchased in the grocery, but they were as good as I’m going to get. I successfully grew tomatoes and other veggies for about five years. It was then that those ever-patient thistles reared their ugly heads. They loved the upturned soil, the winds sending their seeds aloft, and they became the most watered patch in the state.

The thistle flower is really pretty, and Scotland is wise to make it the national flower, thus eliminating the need to eliminate the seed. However, they are not an equal opportunity plant in the garden. Thus, no more homegrown tomatoes in that plot. But dreams for a new spot to till invaded my thoughts as I bit into that sandwich yesterday.

The next sign of summer – Palisade peaches and cobbler!

Why is food always on your mind when you’re trying to watch your weight? Perhaps I shall think of thistles instead and marvel at their beauty even as a noxious weed. And book an adventure to Scotland.