After having confited them, roasted them and scrubbed them on bread already this summer, you'd think I'd be done thinking and talking about tomatoes. Nope.
This smells like those rare times when you were a kid and got that you were loved and you already finished your homework and those things happened on the same night.
This is about a vehicle that can support ripe tomato pulp and nectar to deliver its essence without the intrusion of skin or bread that's turned to mush.
I should have been making a big pot of beans once weekly for my whole working life instead of more complicated meals and wondering why I'm always eating dinner at 10pm.
You expect that this is a very satisfying meal, I hope, since how else could a "go-to" become one. You also gather that you should be drinking lots wine with this dinner, right? Good.
Tomatoes slightly tangy--true to their nature, but complex with sweetness, smoky and spicy. Some bites will be speared, some smeared and every last drop sopped up.
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: What?! What are we going to do with all of these tomatoes?...
