...I say tomahto. Let's call the whole thing off.
Summer that is...kaput. No matter how you slice it, the last tomato on the vine means summer is finito folks. Sigh. And every year, as I look at those withering tomato vines I ask myself "WHY do I always seem to schedule our summer vacays at those precise two weeks of tomato-palooza?????" ARGH, always seems to happen. We lovingly nurture our few tomato plants, get excited at those first few yellow flowers, call each other out to the patio when we see the first small green tomatoes burst forth, make sure we water those babies when all of our other plants wilt in the summer heat. And then...right when all the hard work comes to fruition with visions of tomato sandwiches, panzanella and caprese salad dancing in my head...we vacate the premises for vacay. Every stinkin' year.
"Summer's Last Hurrah"
Yes, we actually got to eat very few tomatoes this year...as usual. This is the last of my babies on the vine catching a few morning rays. The days are starting to feel cooler and the sun is turning in a bit earlier lately. As carefree summer disappears in my rear view mirror, I always find myself inspired to return to the kitchen with a renewed fervor. As the Better Half can attest to, I kinda avoid the kitchen during the hot summer months. Lots of salads, veggies and fruits that don't require much prep...dinner reservations require even less. But Autumn is a whole new ball game.
"Autumn's First Cheer"
Yep, I smell Fall in the air. And this morning it kinda smells like tomato sauce. Ciao tomato vines, arrivederci summer. Benevenuto Autumn.
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