Tonight, my friends, we feasted.
I got off work on time and hurried home since it wasn't my night to go to the rehab center. I thought I'd fix dinner before my 6 p.m. appointment to get my hair cut, but no one could decide what to have. Finally, I had a stroke of genius.
Bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches. With fresh tomatoes out of Mom's garden.
For once, everyone was in agreement. Everyone decided to help.
While I went to get my hair cut, Hubster went to harvest the tomatoes. The Girl drove to the grocery store for lettuce and bacon along with Pseudo Daughter. The Boy got the lawnmower out and mowed the back yard.
I didn't say everyone helped out with the MEAL.
When I got home I cooked up the two packages of bacon and sliced four huge tomatoes. I washed the lettuce, toasted the bread and had The Boy set the table since he was in from mowing by that time.
And then we called the herd in to the feedbag.
By that time The Girl had a friend over, but since she'd eaten already there was more for us. She was assigned the duty of toasting more bread as we needed it. Good thing, because the five of us polished off EVERY. SINGLE. BIT.
And indeed and for sure, those were the best BLTs we've ever had. Well, the best ones so far this year anyway. Tomato season has just started, and I can't wait for more to ripen.
The taste of these tomatoes may have to do us a good, long time. This is the last garden Mom will ever plant. She's been our supplier of fresh green beans and tomatoes, okra, green peppers, and lettuce ever since I can remember. In addition, we have been the willing recipients of thousands of jars of the bounty from her garden, things she canned for us out of love. That will also be a thing of the past.
And I will sorely miss it all.
Sure, I can try to grow those things myself, and I will. I can put the vegetables in jars the same way she did. I can grow and harvest all the same fruits and vegetables.
But somehow I know they'll never be as good as Mom's.