Were I to serve a
BLT Cocktail
someone might say I am a F**d**.
Could never live that down in the household of my snobbish, no-trend-too- precious-to-disdain, prideful self. Althoououugh…..a post-modern, chI-cHI-CHI-baby, BLT Cocktail sounds tas-teeeee.
Baconsalt rimmed glass, icy tomato-lettuce coulis and a crunch-diddy-um-delicious toast point on the bevnap. Okay! But we’re gonna have to wait till next summer.
The Lunch Encounter 
I admit, it took me awhile to figure out what F**d** stood for. I agree, it will taste better once the weather is warmer.
I tried it like this – fo*d*e – and that looked funny. Then like this – f*odi* – and that looked funny too.
At any rate, let’s have these on the screen porch next August!