at last, they redden

For weeks now, there have been bunches of big fat tomatoes on my vines, steadfastly remaining green just to torture me. This week they let loose, and it’s insalata caprese time. *swoon* The tomatoes are so good. I may have to have one tomato-&-mayo-on-white sandwich just for the decadence of it, but I can’t really bring myself to do anything with them but slice them onto a plate with salt, pepper and oil. Mozzarella & basil is about all the adulteration I can handle. Hurray for late summer!
(side note: between my garden, the parental garden, and miscellaneous travel, I haven’t been to a single farmer’s market yet this year. Pathetic.)

groaning board

Between my garden and my parents’ (on vacation during peak veg-season, oy), I ended up with two quarts of blueberries, about 30 cucumbers ranging from normal to enormous, at least 12 zucchini & summersquash (most equally large), some lettuce, some dill, two heads of broccoli, a pile of green beans, and a handful of tomatoes. Crikey.
Results: 4 jars of russian dill-horseradish pickles, blue lips from eating blueberries all day long, moroccan tomato-squash stew, caprese salad, beans in garlic & chicken broth, broccoli in soy-mustard dressing, and yogurt/cucumber/dill/mint salad. And I’m not through it all yet.