We still have a mad craving for BLT’s. After all, this is the tomato’s moment in the sun. We have been wolfing down scads of the red beauties, drizzled with vinaigrette, dolloped with mayo, adorned with minced chives. We’ve even taken to serving our salads with spoons so that we can slurp up every last drop of juice. So today, lunch is a gastronomic harmonic convergence—peeled dead-ripe tomatoes, good crisp bacon, butter lettuce, mayonnaise, chives, and salt and pepper piled on toasted country bread to sop up all the lusciousness. We ain’t gotta barrel of money, but we sure do eat like we do!