I have a love hate relationship with tomatoes. I love them to bits, ripe juicy, red or dark almost purple in color; perhaps they are yellow or orange, or maybe even muti-hued with color. Fried green tomatoes and pickled green tomatoes. Juiced, roasted, stewed or raw, I love tomatoes and there in lies the rub. You see too much in the name of tomatoes and my luous gets worse, I develope sores inside my mouth.
But it’s tomato season and they taunt me with their lovely jewelled gone flesh. They tease me with their promise of something lovely inside. They whisper to me, make something good with me you know you want to. They sing, eat me because you know you want to. And it’s true. All of it is all so very true.
I promise myself each time I won’t over do it, I will indulge in this thing called moderation. But who am I kidding?!😐 Moderation and tomatoes do not go together in my world. I’m an all or nothing kind of girl when it comes to these lovely tasty fruits. And you that’s the tricky bit with a tomato; we tend to treat them as a veggie when in fact they are a fruit. They are in disguise. The ultimate of imposters.
And so throwing caution into the wind, okay so throwing any hope of behaving like a normal human being off into the air, I gather herds of tomatoes. (yes I know in theory they don’t come in herds, but I like to think of them in that way.) I get all manner of tomatoes, I put them in bowls so my eyes might feast upon those lively colors before my tastebuds savour their lovely flesh. I out them in my mouth, loving the feel of them, firm and yet yielding. Sweet or not so sweet as their juices burst across my tongue. Sometimes they have salt and pepper added to them, some times it’s garlic, or oil or basil and often times it’s nothing. Just the honest goodness of the fruit.
Tomatoes are summer to me. They are sunsets and sunrises. They are hot mid-day sun, warm nights and cool rains. You can taste all of this in them, if you just close your eyes and let your tastebuds do the work. And speaking of work, I have yet to have a year where at least one tomato plant wasn’t in my possession. As you may know I’m not good with pls tell, but some how these hardy plants seem to tolerate my incompetence and they reward me with their love fruit. And when it comes to tomatoes I get greedy. I gather them and save rm for myself, even when I know have too many or shouldn’t eat thst many.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’d never be a tomato farmer, if there is such a thing. But I’d be willing to sign up for a job doing quality control in terms of taste-testing tomatoes! 😉
So with the season upon us, me knowing already knowing I will end up with too many all at once (and my desperate attempt to not eat too many at a time) I’m on my knees (okay not really because then I’d never get back up) begging you for help. Please help me with ideas and recipes for these lovely delights! Please, I beg save me from my tastebuds!