We have just slid into what Cranky calls "mayonnaise season."
There will be potato salads, cole slaws, dips for artichokes, and the ever-captivating BLT.
I know of no other sandwich from my childhood that still rivets me like a good bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich. I outgrew PB&J decades ago. I think I detest tuna sandwiches now, after having taken so many to school in my lunchbox. Grilled panini sandwiches (made on our mini George Foreman grill) can be fascinating, allowing so many combinations of flavors, proteins, vegetables... yeah, I like those. (But I never ate them in my childhood.)
The BLT is my John Wayne, my Little Joe Cartwright, my President Kennedy. It's a criterial, macho, simple confection. Highly emblematic (the beginning of tomato season, the manliness of the bacon), it's also subtle, with gentle feminine traces (toasted bread, soft lettuce, that mayo).
And now, in adulthood, I'm finally finding out that it can be more than a ritual. It can be unbelievably tasty, made with artisanal bread, good bacon, awesome lettuce and serious tomatoes.
I'm still using Best Foods mayonnaise, though.