and a tomato-herb fritatta (alongside a Montreal-style bagel, another Toronto treat).
I hope that life keeps handing them to me.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
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When life handed me tomatoes yesterday, I peeled them with my serrated peeler (the gadget of the century) and turned them into tomato, shallot, and roasted pepper salad
and a tomato-herb fritatta (alongside a Montreal-style bagel, another Toronto treat).
I hope that life keeps handing them to me.
and a tomato-herb fritatta (alongside a Montreal-style bagel, another Toronto treat).
I hope that life keeps handing them to me.
Des tomates, je ne t'aime pas.
ReplyDeleteHave you had good ones? I don't like tomatoes either 10 months a year. They're mealy or hard, they have neither sweetness nor acidity, and they just don't taste like tomatoes. If a restaurant serves a slice of one of these pseudotomatoes on my hamburger or next to my enchilada, I leave it aside.
ReplyDeleteBut in August and September, local tomatoes grown in the ground (rather than a hothouse) are really delicious. For me this is a matter of inconrovertible culinary fact. And without these real tomatoes summer wouldn't be summer. If you don't want them, more for me.