The first of many tomatoes, plucked from the garden yesterday.
The dark tomato is "Cherokee Purple", an heirloom tomato I first tasted last year. It is an old-fashioned variety, tasting just like the ones Grandma used to grow. Nice and acidic.
Not sure exactly what the other varieties are, as the chickens pulled out all the tags just minutes after I had painstakingly labeled them in May!
They are nestled in an asparagus basket that my friend Lucy created for me last week using the unpicked asparagus at the front of the farm after it had gone to seed. She says it will last several weeks if kept out of direct sunlight.
Cherokee Purple, just seconds before being slapped between 2 toasted slices of Farmers Market sourdough bread and several layers of sorrel, with just a slight schmear of mayo.
"Heaven. I'm in heaven. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak....!!!"
The fruits and veggies of summer make me seriously consider becoming a vegetarian.
That is, until I get a whiff of aT-bone steak being grilled over red hot coals!!!