I do remember being excited when we had them for dinner. That's about it. I don't know my parents' reasons for making them, but they were probably much the same as mine; they are perfection. It's kinda crazy that something as simple as good, toasted bread spread with mayo and topped with fat tomato slices (that have been seasoned with salt and pepper, thank you), crisp leaves of lettuce, and chewy, salty bacon can elicit such a response.
Or is it?
