kLunch Break(down): The Best BLT I Ever Had
Once there was and once there was not, in a faraway land governed by pure reason and agoraphobic giants, a meal served at midday. More than a mere sandwich, it’s a chance to take pause, to give thanks, to nourish oneself and breathe deeply while reading celebrity gossip and watching reruns of 30 Rock. Friends, this day was today and the meal called lunch. Just past the hour of the great sun’s acme, on this very couch, I was served a dish so eloquent its known by three mouth-watering letters: B. L. T. Oh, how it transcends the sum of its savory parts. Let us pray.
Bacon, oh bacon, my captain of swiny, incarnadine protein
Lettuce as white as an iceberg before they were extinct
Tomato, blushed with shame, poor, red-headed, out-of-season stepfruit
Remember lest we forget, mayo, most maudlin of condiments; look closely, it’s there! All held together in the gentle embrace of Bimbo – is it food? is it freedom? - the world may never know…
Three cheers for simple pleasures in a world gone mad. Shantih shantih shantih


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Jilly, you’re so odd. Love, Matt
You really are. But, that WAS a kickass BLT, is I guess what you’re saying.