At last. (TOMATOES)

August 16, 2013


When you come from an Italian (American) family, every time the doorbell rings in August, someone is standing there with an armload of tomatoes that they grew. All year I wait for tomato season. I barely care for them otherwise for a few reasons but now I can put all of those things aside and get into some uninhibited tomato eating for a little while.

My dad was the first one at the door this year with these beautiful plum and cherry varieties. And no tomato delivery would be complete without some basil. Thanks, Dad!

Then came the heirlooms from the CSA and I am a happy girl.

New tomato recipes coming soon… meanwhile an old tomato recipe.

One comment

  1. Lol. That’s funny. Tomatoes everywhere. At least you don’t have to buy them yourself.

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