As I noted somewhere earlier, it is a shame and a travesty to neglect the joy of tomato season when it’s upon us. It goes so quickly, and I feel the first endings of it happening this cool, rainy September. I hereby present a retrospective of some of our favorite moments of tomatoes this summer. A few are mine, some are Elizabeth Bradley’s, some are Nomad & Mare’s from down the street, one is from Kenny’s mom, and the rest are from the farmers of Tennessee and Kentucky who lovingly raised them- we are so thankful for this versatile fruit/vegetable. As the motto of East Nashville’s Tomato Art Festival goes: The tomato: a uniter, not a divider.
The little beginnings of my tomatoes…
Prepping the bed for tomato plants
My humble little plants
The first promising little blossom
My first canning endeavor
Elizabeth Bradley’s sweet little yellow tomatoes simmering with shrimp- amazing over pasta!
Omelettes with green tomatoes and avocado- we couldn’t wait to eat the first ones.
Homemade hummus, cukes, chips & garden tomatoes.
Pepperoni and garlic with sundried tomatoes and homemade sauce
Aaand another.
One of many batches of bruschetta
I could eat bruschetta for every meal. But when you’re making bruschetta for the first Georgia football game, you realize all good things must soon come to an end…Kinda. So glad we froze and canned salsa and sauce.
And finally, Martha Stamps’ gorgeous salad for the Outstanding in the Field dinner this past Sunday night. What a glorious way to end a season of bounty. I’ll be blogging about Outstanding in the Field in a couple of weeks at The Curator. More on that soon!
Eat them while they’re here, friends. Juicy, red, yellow, brown, purple, orange… What shows God’s delight in variety and delight in delighting us like a tomato?
Mwah,
Katy
