When everything comes together.
The crunch of the still warm toast, the cool soft crunch of the lettuce, and the juices of ripe tomatoes getting squeezed out with every bite.
The perfect combination of smokey, salty, crisy, meaty, fatty bacon
The little dab of mayo that always seems to find it’s way down your lips.
I don’t remember having my first B.L.T. but I was pretty young. Maybe around 6 or so. Not much has changed except my sister doesn’t cook it for me anymore and I’ve added a few grinds of fresh pepper over the tomatoes.