The tomatoes set like bunnies, and later in the season the rain continues to hold off while the sun, like a caressing mother, gently ripens the beautiful nuggets to juicy, ruby perfection.
Unlike other places, we are superior in the growing of tomatoes. Many and fruitful are the days for the eating of tomatoes, sun-drenched and flavourful, in this province at this harvest time of year. Some eat nothing but tomatoes the daylong in various ways. Some are known to eat them out of hand, like apples.
I'm still deciding what I'm going to do with all this bounty. Surely some of it will go into canning, while others will go into a nice pasta sauce, while still others will be eaten fresh with some nice cold-pressed organic extra virgin olive oil and sliced garlic with fresh ground pepper and kosher salt marinated in the fridge over night with scrumptious roasted peppers. It will also probably be eaten with some feta cheese and using this crisp romaine to serve it on top of:
Three words: delish. I'll invite some friends over to eat it while we watch a pirated download of Eat, Pray, Love and weep copious tears of fulfillment.
2 comments:
+JMJ+
You kind of lost me at Eat, Pray, Love.
But you're going to go out and watch The Expendables later, right? =P
Okay, now I have to go back and reread the whole post, because I'm sure there was more to it than movies . . . ;-)
I'm sure I'll get around to watching The Expendables sooner or later, and I'll never watch Eat, Pray, Love; I know that much at least. Every word of this post is 100% sarcasm.
And I'm not growing tomatoes next year. At least that's what I'm telling myself thus far.
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