Last night on the way home from work, I stopped by the grocery store and bought 23.61 lbs. of Roma tomatoes. Six stuffed produce bags full of beautiful, fist-sized, ruby romas in the dead of winter. The plastic bags stretched and squeaked as I carried them around. Shoppers passing me as I felt for firmness, bruises and blights made odd comments about my apparent love for tomatoes. "Somebody clearly loooovves salsa." No, stranger. Marinara. And I can make lots of it for 50 cents a pound.
Last night Mike and I de-seeded and diced for hours, our hands slick with juice. Our house filled with the smell of sauteing tomatoes, garlic, and basil (my basil plant had a very sad and sudden demise this week...it's still too fresh to talk about...). And we only got half-way through. A huge silver bowl of winter jewels awaits us tonight. We're keeping our unexpected bounty for when winter's white blanket thickens over our small warmth. Summer's gold hidden up winter's fleecy sleeve.
23 hours ago
3 comments:
holy. cow. tomatoes and i go waaaay back. you, my friend, make me smile. -jess
I need to get me some tomatoes! I have this wierd thing with canned tomatoes (must be the preservatives) so I bottle them. So... I've never been able to find your blog, but I found it! You guys are so cute.
You do make the best marinara.
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