Last Wednesday was a historic day.  Oh, some may say that it was an historic day, but these are people up with whom I shall not put!

We had BLTs, two each.  The reason it was historic is that we were eating tomatoes from our garden.  The last of the season, eaten on November 18.  Bettie had covered the garden with a fabric quilt to preserve them through the frosts.  And it worked.  We had one Roma and one  – not sure what it was, but it was round and red and ours.

And it was tasty.

We’re planning on doing it again as soon as we can.