You can keep your lobster and caviar, your foam reductions and sous vide whatevers. Because it doesn't get much better than this:
Thick slices of homegrown tomatoes (dad's) on toast. Luscious juicy flavours and that perfect squidgy texture. Nibbly, grainy toast. Jazzed with aniseedy basil leaves, melty haloumi and black pepper. Big mouthfuls in every sense.
What started as an easy post-yoga supper became a truly indulgent summer meal. I savoured every bite, thought to myself 'this is one posh piece of toast!' - and, then, mmm, that the perfect accompaniment to this earthy decadence would be a tall bright glass of bubbly champagne. That's one fancy luxury I'd never knock back. Maybe next time.