Well there it is. The first tomato of the year–begging for salt, pepper, mozzarella and its old neighbor, basil. There’s more that I want to say, but my brain is begging for a few pages of my book and bed, so, in honor of this little yella fella, we’ll stick with less being just that much more.
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We just devoured our first tomato of the year — a luscious Cherokee Purple — without pausing to take his/her picture.
I loved the previous post with the table and chairs full of maters!