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As summer days are slowly drawing shorter, fruit from our garden have become much more present in the kitchen. Following a thought engaging morning service, I exited the church parking lot turning eastward rather than my usual western direction. I had a plan and it required a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up a package of turkey bacon and loaf of 12 grain bread.
Within an hour, I'd cooked the bacon, broiled the slices of bread with olive oil and grated parmesan, and sliced a few of our beautiful vine ripened tomatoes. After a splash of mayo and a dash or two or three of salt and pepper, we enjoyed some of the finest sandwiches we've had in a long, long time.
My faith is my own. I fall way short of being a Bible scholar, but I don't ever recall reading any scripture passages about such a glorified sandwich. If the gospel were to have an aroma though, I'd like to think it smelled like BLTs. Amen.
