The Ultimate Comfort Food?
Call me perverse, but I have recurrent daydreams about what foods I'd ask for for my last meal, like if I were on death row or something final like that.
My last meal daydreams were nearly ruined when I saw a prison kitchen show and they interviewed the head cook about death row inmates' last meal requests.
Turns out they can only make what's on hand, no live lobster flown in from Maine, no Omaha beef, no sashimi catered by Uchi, my favorite Japanese fusion restaurant in the world, no Belgian chocolate mousse cake, no Ranier cherry cobbler.
After that show, I had to really scale back my last meal menu.
Today, that fantasy includes a perfectly made bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich.
I don't like fussy BLT's. One should not fuck with perfection.
No fancy whole grain bread, no turkey bacon, no field greens, hydroponic heirloom tomatoes or handmade garlic aoili. Just the basics, please.
2 slices family style white bread, toasted
3 slices hickory smoked bacon, fried medium crisp
1 large leaf iceberg lettuce, very green and crisp
2 thin slices of sweet tomato--bitter ones will not do
2 schmears of Hellman's mayonnaise, one schmear per bread slice
fry the bacon, drain
toast the bread
schmear bread with mayo
add lettuce to one slice, add tomatoes to top of lettuce, top with bacon.
Put the second slice of bread of top, then slice at an angle.