I'll miss you. I'll pretend you only exist in non-gmo cans until late spring once more. Watery, pale tomatoes are pointless.
Just look at them. I noticed they were in denial about the season the first moment they came into view. Somehow, inside, I knew this would be my last chance, my last hope, for tomato sweetness. Truly, they were sweet. They had flavor. They were in denial about the oncoming Autumn.
Here's my haul from last Wednesday:
Don't fret, I'll be stalking the farmars until tomatoes and peppers are truly pathetic/not present.
I suppose I can think of it this way, instead of new episodes of LOST to keep my life exciting, I get flavorful, local tomatoes during the rest of the year. It doesn't exactly pair up, but you get the idea...if you adore Benjamin, like I do.
In Denial Cherry Tomatoes
Only two more weeks of my precious downtown farmers market! [weekday]
And creeping my sister out by eating raw corn. Over the phone.
Till we meet again, peppers...
The dramatic black & white stand I bought my cabbage from.
You can feel the mood of this post.
Happy Hoodie weather to all!
I hope you're prepared with a new Herbivore sweatshirt!