My friend kindly gave me a pile of tomatoes from her garden. Yum! The green ones were baked into a pie and frozen for Thanksgiving. This is our first year without my Grandmother.
The rest were lovingly washed and placed on my windowsill to ripen. Two weeks later, they were still changing.
This afternoon, with fear and trembling, and despite my terrible cooking record, I took matters into my own hands. And since I’m learning Italian, I decided to make a rich pomodoro sauce with my mutant tomaoes. My friend’s hard work would not go in vain (or to the guinea pigs)!
To make a long story short, I chopped, stewed, peeled, cried, begged and cajoled these tomatoes into the yummiest…tomato soup!
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I caught that this is your first year without your Grandmother. Cooking seems like an appropriate tribute, Jenn.
I started baking green tomato pies when she was no longer able…at age 97! And she got to taste a few and approved (although my crust wasn’t homemade)! 🙂
Looks like they were delicious to eat. Happy Autumn.