I'm tempted to write a poem about the first tomato we harvested today.  It's so inspiring, I just might.  Re-read the title for this entry and tell me how bad a poem I'd create if I did it right now.  I'll spare you!

I did find a few tomato-inspired poems online:

This one is fun: I Bought a Pet Tomato
This expresses tomato love: Tomato Love Poetry
Another fun one:  A Seedy Love Story

Still nothing like what I'm thinking. A fresh, home-grown tomato plucked from the vine that survived rabbits and an overzealous dog - it's precious to me.

Now that I've got it inside on my counter, along with another tomato, I am planning the annual tomato traditon:  The first tomato from the garden always gets sliced thick and becomes the centerpiece of a BLT.  Sometimes I use turkey bacon, sometimes thick pork.  I get some green, fresh, crispy lettuce, then toast two slices of whole wheat bread.  I prefer the really gritty whole wheat bread.  Add a dab of mayo and oh, baby!  It's such a flavor-bursting medley of texture.  Creamy mayo, juicy tomato, crunchy bacon, cold lettuce, chewy toast - ahhhhh.