I've decided if I die of cancer one day it will not be for lack of lycopine in my diet. I've eaten so many fresh tomatoes these past few weeks, I can scarcely remember not having them on a daily basis.
At the beginning of summer I started my anticipation to these fresh, vibrant red, plump, juicy beauties finding their way to my BLT. I heart BLTs. Like I love puppies...that's how much I love BLTs. It also began my idea to make big money (or just stay afloat) at the local farmer's market. A BLT stand! I know, right? Here are all these lovely homegrown tomatoes and what pairs better with them on a summer evening than some salty crisp bacon, freshly toasted bread and crisp lettuce? Well nothing does.
Shoppers can peruse the local offerings and then partake of my BLT options. You see I wouldn't just have the classic BLT, I would also offer such epicurean delights as...
BLBCT = Bacon Lettuce Blue Cheese Tomato
BLFMBT = Bacon Lettuce Fresh Mozzarella Basil Tomato
TBLTR = A Dieter's Delight...Turkey Bacon Lettuce Tomato on toasted Rye
BLBRT =Bacon Lettuce Homemade Buttermilk Ranch Tomato
BLTDO = Bacon Lettuce Tomato with Dipping Options (infinite dipping options)
Okay, you get the idea. So next year when I see this stand at the farmer's market, I'll consider my intellectual property stolen. But really, I'm no entrepreneur or really a woman that has enough time/energy to pull this baby off. I just better get a discount on your overpriced sammy, K?
Which brings me to my point (really, you thought I was going to end there?). There have been many an invention through the years that I had the idea first. It's true. Let's just take a look shall we?
Enter Caller ID. Yep, that was me. Back in 7th grade...which would have been 1985...I had the brilliant idea that there would be a little screen next to your phone with the caller's name/number of who was ringing. Then you could decide to answer it or not. While it would have seriously cramped my prank phone calling style, I was willing to risk it.
Custom Greeting Cards. Yep, me again. I would have a set of options for all sorts of occasions. You would just tell me what you wanted the inside of the card to say and I would have it printed for you. All professional and personally yours.
The Craft/Party/Sewing/Art Supply/Home Decor Mega Store. You know it. Totally me. Had this brain child for quite a while. You could pick up a balloon bouquet and on the next aisle get your glue gun refills all in one stop shopping. When I was 17, I helped open Macs Hobbies and Crafts (by help, I mean I did the manual labor, no financial backing) when they first came to town. This was a first here in these parts. There were no Roberts, Michaels, Hobby Lobbys. We had to go to Grand Central for your crepe paper needs and then pray they had some matching/coordinating butcher paper at your local grocery store.
Febreeze. Not even kidding. This was totally me. I would have named it something much better though.
Kid's Party Planners. Like the people that dress up like a princess and bring all the princessy stuff to your house and entertain your kid and their friends for an hour and a half.
Take 5 Candy Bar. Who doesn't eat pretzels with their chocolate and caramel? But I would have also put some pecans in there. And maybe some nougat.
Fast Food at the Movie Theater. But not just fast foods, why not some gourmet options like creme brulee, hand-dipped chocolates and pasta. Why limit your options to popcorn, Goobers and those overpriced sodas? Bring it baby!
Redbox. I have to say my plans were slightly smaller scale. Mr. Redbox guy, you did a pretty decent job carrying this one out.
Dry Shampoo.
Portable TV Player. One time I had to travel on a Friday night with my family and I was going to miss Dukes of Hazzard. It was a big deal. Huge. I vowed then I would never make another child endure what I had to endure.
The Caboodle. I know there's some women out there that know what I'm talking about here. If not, go google it. No, I didn't come up with the google idea.
2 comments:
The only thing I pre-invented before the actual invention was pre-packaged shredded cheese. Oh, and the Snuggie. j/k!
I, too, share your exuberant love of tomatoes. But, even homegrown ones don't seem quite as acidic as they were back in the day. I would give you royalties - caller ID saved my life. Also, I invented debit cards.
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