Whenever I think about how I would answer the question, "What's the best thing you ever ate?" — a query I put to myself quite often — one answer always rises to the top. I was at a wedding on a friend's family farm. I don't remember anything else that was served, not even the cake. But I will never get out of my head the homemade bread topped with summer ripe heirloom tomatoes. Good bread and good tomatoes, as far as I'm concerned, are the perfect food. The couldn't possibly be improved upon. Or could they?
My mind was blown recently when a colleague mentioned the phrase "peanut butter and tomato sandwich" during a meeting. Down a rabbit hole I swiftly went, searching for the origins of this deeply American delicacy, and wondering, how can bacon get involved in this?
