The other week my parents dropped off a crate of heirloom tomatoes, all from their garden. I’m not exaggerating. It was a quantity that made me immediately think:

  1. What?! What are we going to do with all of these tomatoes? It’s too much!
  2. ….. ย  ย  ย (I blanked after that. Being close to that many heirloom tomatoes has a staggering effect on me. Then…)
  3. Oh my god. We have so many heirloom tomatoes. We’re going to put them on everything.

And so we did. On sandwiches, on pasta, on our fingertips as we ate them straight from a pool of oil and salt, and eventually on tomatoes, slices piled recklessly onto flatbread. So of course, within 6 days, we were out of tomatoes and knee-deep in panic and regret.

I suspect another shipment is on the way, and though it may be smaller, they’ll last longer. It’s almost time to ration them, after all. How many days of tomato season do we have left, exactly? Someone ought to be keeping track, for my sake.