I often think about the perfect sandwich I had at a food truck in Newberg, OR, several years ago. Uprooted the name of the truck was, and there I ordered the bacon avocado sandwich on potato bread that had been slicked with onion marmalade and arugula mayo. Ri.dic.ulous! Ever so often, when I'm struck with a serious yen for a BLT sorta meal, I make it based on my memories of that delicious tower. Today was just such a day. It is a stunningly gorgeous Thursday, and after delivering three magnificent pies and finishing up a meeting, I've been putzing around getting lots of good, too-often-overlooked stuff done. Like repotting orchids and other various flowers that were busting at the seams of their tiny pots. Charging my camera battery. Packing away all the clean winter gear into a giant new bin.
And then, I had to have that sandwich. While walking Percy I'd had the presence of mind to stop by Wagshal's and pick up some of their Amish slab bacon. It cannot(!) be beat. I fried up a couple pieces, picked some fresh arugula from my garden, toasted some bread, sliced a tomato. Mayo made one piece of toast glisten while a thin spread of Dijon mustard coated the other. I carried my plate outside, basked in the sunshine and savored every bite of this excellent lunch.