If you wake up on a Saturday morning, and discover that - for the first time in at least a week - it is not raining; in fact, it is clear and sunny and warm...If you wake up on a Saturday like this, you may decide that it would be a good idea to walk to the grocery store with your Significant Other (in my case, Mr.Q!).
And lo, you would discover that this was, indeed, the right decision. Perhaps you would be lucky, and the grocery store, the deli, and the butcher shop would all be surprisingly empty and easy to manoeuver on what is usually the busiest day of the week. If you were really paying attention to the message you were getting from the cosmos, you would decide, on a whim, to buy some lovely, thick-sliced bacon from the butcher.
If you had done all of these things, you would know the glorious truth that I was reminded of today: After such a morning, there is no finer lunch than a toasted bacon-tomato-and-cheddar sandwich. You would, of course, recognize that the only way to make this sandwich is with Real Mayonnaise. Not that Miracle Whip crap, and certainly not the abomination that is Lo-Fat Mayo. No. You would use the Real Stuff. You would slice the tomatoes perfectly - not too thin (you can't taste them!) and not too thick (they make your sandwich soggy!). You would use aged cheddar, a spattering of yellow mustard, and the barest dusting of fresh-ground sea salt on the tomatoes. Your bacon would be perfectly crisp, and there would be an extra slice or two in the pan - for "quality control" testing, while your bread toasts.
And the resulting sandwich would be a little bit of heaven on a plate.
But this is all, of course, purely hypothetical.
Coz Mr.Q and I ate all the bacon ourselves, and didn't save any for you.
Sorry 'bout that.