I’ve reached the point in the garden season that I can pop into the backyard for a tomato whenever I please. This is a very happy development.
There are enough tomatoes to have one with supper nearly every night. I serve them in salads, made into bruschetta, or even freshly sliced on a plate with some salt and pepper. But we love them best piled high into a BLT.
That’s happy!
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