For weeks now, there have been bunches of big fat tomatoes on my vines, steadfastly remaining green just to torture me. This week they let loose, and it’s insalata caprese time. *swoon* The tomatoes are so good. I may have to have one tomato-&-mayo-on-white sandwich just for the decadence of it, but I can’t really bring myself to do anything with them but slice them onto a plate with salt, pepper and oil. Mozzarella & basil is about all the adulteration I can handle. Hurray for late summer!
(side note: between my garden, the parental garden, and miscellaneous travel, I haven’t been to a single farmer’s market yet this year. Pathetic.)