One of these days, there’s going to be a big party in Tomato Alley. More and more tomatoes are appearing every day, morphing from little yellow blossoms (oh, the purty little yellow blossoms) into ever-fattening green globes of goodness.
There are a lot of things I like in this world, and even a number of things that I love. But I’m going to stand before God and man and tell you that I lust after tomatoes. Fresh, homegrown, summer tomatoes.
And the anticipation is building.
See that picture up there? Those little, baby, pale tomatoes are my first Brandywines, beginning their long, slow trip to full fruition. Meanwhile, I’m beginning my long, slow list of how I’m going to devour them.
Oh, yes. It’s going to be a hot, hot August of tomato-eating. And, from the looks of it, I’m going to be eating tomatoes before my birthday this year. Can’t think of a better way to celebrate.