It’s August and utter bliss for all who believe that if love grew from the ground it would be a sun-ripened tomato.
The tomato pots on my own balcony are yielding their own modest offerings. But the number doesn’t matter. I could eat bowl for dessert and melt in their sweetness.
Except for one, however. The one which grew a nose.
That’s right. It seems I have a tomato plant that is a bit of joker. How else can you explain a tomato with … personality.
Particularly one who “nose” he will be eaten soon.
But let’s not think too deeply about this. It’s summer and we can walk about in the warm air and practice reverence when we find simple pleasures at our fingertips. So put aside those fan-cee recipe books and borrow a page from John Denver’s songbook about what to do with one’s home grown tomatoes:
You can go out to eat and that’s for sure, but there’s nothing a homegrown tomato won’t cure.
Put ’em in a salad, put ’em in a stew, you can make your own, very own tomato juice.
You can eat ’em with eggs, eat ’em with gravy,
You can eat ’em with beans, pinto or navy.
Put ’em on the side, put ’em in the middle, homegrown tomatoes on a hot cake griddle.
Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes, what would life be without homegrown tomatoes?
Only two things that money can’t buy and that’s true love and homegrown tomatoes.
Cooking tip: Keep your home grown tomatoes out of the refrigerator!