Everything currently in my life revolves around tomatoes. Saturday night – salsa. Sunday – a quick stop at a small farmers’ market yielded a BIG BOX of tomatoes for a very small price. Upon further review, I got a deal. A few are bruised, all are ripe, several have marks that make them unaesthetic, but they’re all ripe and fairly solid. Tonight, I load up the crock pots with tomatoes and start the sauce process.
Last week I brought a quart bag of cherry and yellow pear tomatoes to work. I knew some of my coworkers would enjoy nibbling on them throughout the day. Heck, I enjoy nibbling on cherry tomatoes all day when I’m at home! Someone else had gotten there ahead of me with big tomatoes! Well, ’tis the season.
In our closet-lounge
I took it in stride by arranging all of the lovely tomatoes on a platter. By the end of the day, all were gone.
That brings me to a piece of educational philosophy for you.
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit.
Wisdom is knowing not to serve it in a fruit salad.
And with that, I’ll go find my crock pots.
