It is prime tomato season here in Orange County, California. And, once again, I didn't plant any this year. Just procrastinated too long. Fortunately friends and neighbors were more forward thinking and now they are reaping their reward. And sharing with me!! Friend Carol left a bag of four ripe, delicious tomatoes on my porch.
These are the three left after I made.....
...a sandwich for lunch. Toasted sourdough bread, sliced hard boiled egg, mayonnaise, a tiny smear of Dejon, one sliced tomato, a sprinkle of salt and a twist of black pepper. Oh, my goodness, was it ever delicious. It would have benefited from a layer of lettuce on top, but I didn't have any. I'll hit the market tomorrow before lunchtime.
I searched my photos for tomatoes and confirmed that this is prime tomato season. This is from July 28, 2022. These tiny sweet morsels are from volunteer plants.
I could go back even further! Tomato season is a big deal for me because I don't buy grocery store tomatoes that have no flavor. So, the only time I have them at home is in July and August. When I was growing up in Oregon we always had a garden with different types of tomatoes and a lot of other vegetable. We canned them, of course, but the best was to pick one, sprinkle it with a little salt from the aluminum salt shaker that sat atop a post and just stand there in the row and eat them. One of my best childhood memories.
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