Easy caprese salad

Caprese salad is such a summer delight...fresh tomatoes and basil, olive oil, mozzarella.  Delish!  And with only five ingredients, it's a cinch to make.  Here's the official TMI-Amanda-Grant way to do it:

1. Realize that BUNCO is that very evening, and you need a quick dish.  Bonus points if there is a TON of ripe tomatoes sitting on the counter at home.  Decide on Caprese salad and buy a block of mozzarella cheese on the way home from work.

2.   Upon arriving home, try to ignore the complaints and complexities of any small people in the house.  This might be the only chance for a Girls Night Out--no need to blow it by pandering to the children.

3.   Don't worry about making a clean work space; instead, just shove things off to the side.

4. Dice up several ripe tomatoes, and then dice up a few more.  Let everyone share in the bounty of the garden.  Bonus! This increases bragging rights later on.

5. Dice up the block of mozzarella cheese.  Ruminate over why the block was purchased instead of the cheese balls in juice. Remember that the Big Guy still needs to be picked up at the train station and stop pondering the merits of different forms of mozzarella cheese.  Throw the cheese in with the tomatoes.

6. Liberally sprinkle extra virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar over the tomatoes and cheese.

7.  Add some fresh basil leaves.  Bonus! More bragging rights since the basil is from the indoor herb garden.  Consider taking a photography class so pictures turn out better than this.

8. Stir everything together so the olive oil and vinegar are coating everything.

9. Realize that OMG THE TRAIN IS ARRIVING IN 5 MINUTES AND IT TAKES 15 MINUTES TO GET TO THE TRAIN STATION, so stop taking close-up pictures of this amazing concoction.

10. Put the caprese salad in the fridge for a bit, and then take it to BUNCO and bask in all the compliments.

Of course, that's just how I make my caprese salad.  You can leave out the frantic pace, unruly children, messy kitchen and racing to the train station if you like. It's just a matter of preference.