They Come In A Rush

Well, the tomatoes are in rush mode now. What you see are what has come off the vines since Sunday. You wait and wait for the first ripe tomato. Which one will it be? Is it perfectly ripe and ready to pick? Eating it is a near religious experience. The first BLT, the first tomato and cheddar sandwich, the first Caprese salad, the first fresh tomato with pasta, the first eggplant Parmesan with fresh tomato, the first pizza Margherita...but then it happens. The deluge. Look what I will be trying to get into jars tomorrow.

It seems like a lot of work, and it is, but when you can go to the pantry in the dead of winter and pull out a jar of your own fresh made sauce you remember why you work so hard in the summer.

And no, the bananas did not come from the garden but note the small bowl of gravel potatoes. They are absolutely brilliant pan roasted with just a little EVOO and salt and pepper.