I just couldn't wait any longer!

TomNJ · July 30, 2009

My tomatoes are late this year due to our cool wet June. Twice a day I rummage through the green jungle searching frantically for signs of red, but to no avail. Well I couldn't stand it any more, so this afternoon I jumped in the car and raced to the local farm market displaying the siren sign "Fresh Jersey Tomatoes, Fresh Jersey Corn"!

Sure enough, there spread out on a table in front of me were row upon row of big round deep-red Jersey beefsteaks, calling to me in their sweet sultry singing voices. I shuttered. I quickly filled a bag with the glorious globes and some ears of corn, and rushed home, constantly wiping the drool with my handkerchief.

Dinner tonight was on the patio. Thick slabs of meaty tomatoes, lightly salted, drizzled with extra virgin olive oil and sprinkled with chopped fresh basil & oregano from the garden, then topped with thick slices of fresh mozzarella, more herbs, and more EVOO. Oil and tomato juices merged and mingled as they ran down my arms onto the table, followed by sweet butter dripping off the corn, and all washed down with a nice German Riesling Auslese. Ooooohhhhh mama!! My DW hasn't moaned that much since....well, we won't go there.

I still can't wipe this stupid grin off my face and just had to share this with all you good people here at Tomatoville. Please don't be mad at me. Sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!

TomNJ

July 30, 2009	#1
TomNJ Tomatovillian™ Join Date: May 2009 Location: Floyd VA Posts: 771	I just couldn't wait any longer! My tomatoes are late this year due to our cool wet June. Twice a day I rummage through the green jungle searching frantically for signs of red, but to no avail. Well I couldn't stand it any more, so this afternoon I jumped in the car and raced to the local farm market displaying the siren sign "Fresh Jersey Tomatoes, Fresh Jersey Corn"! Sure enough, there spread out on a table in front of me were row upon row of big round deep-red Jersey beefsteaks, calling to me in their sweet sultry singing voices. I shuttered. I quickly filled a bag with the glorious globes and some ears of corn, and rushed home, constantly wiping the drool with my handkerchief. Dinner tonight was on the patio. Thick slabs of meaty tomatoes, lightly salted, drizzled with extra virgin olive oil and sprinkled with chopped fresh basil & oregano from the garden, then topped with thick slices of fresh mozzarella, more herbs, and more EVOO. Oil and tomato juices merged and mingled as they ran down my arms onto the table, followed by sweet butter dripping off the corn, and all washed down with a nice German Riesling Auslese. Ooooohhhhh mama!! My DW hasn't moaned that much since....well, we won't go there. I still can't wipe this stupid grin off my face and just had to share this with all you good people here at Tomatoville. Please don't be mad at me. Sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do! TomNJ