Quite literally, actually. A few days ago I dreamt I was cheerfully showing off my beautiful homegrown tomatoes to a friend. I won't say who that certain someone was, but I will say that my tomatoes looked divine. Glamorous in their bright scarlet color, my gorgeous babies shone like gems against the green foliage.
My first tomato seeds of future glory were planted yesterday. I think they are a variety of beefsteak tomatoes. Already, I cannot contain my joy at the images that float in and out of my mind during the day. Images of the day when the sprouts break soil, of when they will be read for harvest, and of course of when I lovingly place them into heated pots and pans. My mind shifts to the aromas and tastes of fresh baguettes topped with tomatoes, basil and mozzerella, mounds of pasta smothered in rich, fragrant sauces, baked tomatoes stuffed with couscous, nd my ultimate favorite Chinese dish, tomatoes cooked with eggs. YUM!!
I plan to learn proper canning techiniques so that I can safely deliver my love to friends and family in the form of tomato sauces (hopfully we will have enough to go around!) I also have plan to pursue (yes, pursue) new recipes and cooking methods to bring out the delicate flavors of my loverlies.
It looks like the aroma of tomatoes didn't just seep into my dreams, but into my mind and heart as well. This could be serious... very serious.
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i look forward to beef with tomatoes and eggs miss! oh i see you have another post. i have bookmarked this so i expect to see posts regularly!
ReplyDeletebtw, i tried calling ya back. i was still sleeping when you called. it was early!