I’m not what you’d call a HUGE tomato fan. In fact up until a few years ago the only way I’d eat a tomatoe is if it was a potato.
I like them in tomato sauce and ketchup and salsa. But if you try to put one on my hamburger I’ll slip it out and slap it on your forehead.
And then one day … I ate a tomato salad. You know the kind. Caprese salad. A slice of tomato, topped with a leaf of basil, a drizzle of balsamic and olive oil and a sprinkling of fresh cracked pepper and salt. All topped off with a disk of Buffalo mozzarella. It’s the Buffalo mozzarella that MAKES the salad. Once I got rid of the tomato and whipped it at someone’s forehead, the salad tasted great.
I ate the tomato in the tomato salad, and it paved the way for a love affair with tomato salads. I still don’t wanna see a tomato on my sandwich, hamburger, or eggs. And before you ask … no. Not even a fresh one.
Oh Hey! Did I mention I planted close to 572 tomato plants in my front yard? It’s true. I planted 9 of them. Which is dangerously close to 572.
They’ve only just started to come into production with the Yellow Pears being the first to start spitting fruit out at me. I can’t keep up with them. I give them to the chickens, and my mother and neighbours and other relatives. I pass them off to strangers walking by. And still, the vines are full. I’m not sure what I’m going to do once the 7 other plants start to ripen.
It looks like I might have to get a buffalo.
Karen’s super delicious POTATO PANCAKES (realllyyyy good served with chili sauce)
Karen’s SZECHWAN CARROT SOUP