It was a drop-dead gorgeous day here in the South and all the little lovelies are pushing through the soil turning happy faces towards the sun. A trip to the little independently owned produce stand was in order. There I made acquaintance with two tomatoes that tasted of summer. So, a B.L.T. was in order. Truth, *two* B.L.T.s were in order and they were scrumptious.
I also wanted a mojito but was too lazy to muddle the mint so I had a Bacardi Silver "Mojito." Alas that tasted like my grandpa's aftershave used to smell. The kind that came from Avon in a thick glass bottle shaped like an antique car. Yup, it was that foul.
Katniss~~(oh the joys of tomatoes that taste of summer....*happy sigh*)