Ne Plus Ultra


Here, my friends, is one of the real reasons I go to the lengths that I do to take care of my unruly rooftop garden.

What would from the outside appear to be a rather pedestrian sandwich, is actually the pinnacle of summer indulgences for me; the toasted tomato sandwich.


The bread?  Baked fresh Sunday morning.  The tomatoes?  A handful of sun-warmed San Marzanos from the roof.  And the bacon?  That would be a meaty plank sawed from the slab I cured and smoked recently.

It couldn’t have been better if I had ground the wheat for the flour myself!  A two-fisted, simply delicious slice of summer.

Until next time…

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2 Responses to “Ne Plus Ultra”

  1. larbo says:

    P, I don’t know if it feels like it, but you have so much figured out. That “a rather pedestrian sandwich” can be a raison d’être! That one of the greater joys of life can be savoring the fruits of the season and of one’s own labors. Enjoy!

  2. mochapj says:

    Larbo, thanks for the kind words ;)

    Whenever I feel like I’m drifting and aimless, I go out to my garden and find myself becoming centred once more.

    Extending the bounty that comes from the garden and combining it with my homemade wares is one of the things I love to do most, and truthfully something I wish I had the space to do more of.

    Some day…

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