I loaded up on heirloom tomatoes from the Mt. Pleasant farmers’ market this weekend and have proceeded to eat BLTs (sans the L) every night this week. Obsessive? Maybe. Emblematic of poor eating habits? Judge me as you will. But the tomato season is hurtling to a close and with it goes BLT season. I would rather load up now on two of my favorite things (and tempt cardiac arrest) than sit around this fall congratulating myself on my restraint.