Two years ago, we missed Ruhlman's BLT challenge by a tomato. Well, a tomato and a month. When Ruhlman declared a due date for his all-from-scratch-homegrown BLT challenge, he wasn't thinking of us gardeners in Seattle. When Clevelanders were feasting on summer BLTs in August, I was still waiting for that one tomato to ripen in our cool evenings. This stuck in my craw like a piece of errant popcorn in my crown. How were we ever to have summertime BLTs?