My good neighbor Mary knocked on my door yesterday before supper time and handed me the most beautiful very ripe, big, tomato I have had in a while. Her arms were full as she was giving all our hall residents one. So she could not stop to talk . I will have to find out, when I thank her, where they came from. All my supper plans of soup and salad flew out the window. I would have a tomato sandwich for my supper. It was ripe and ready. Even though I eat whole wheat bread and not the traditional white I spread it with the best mayo (I think) Hellmann's. I spread it sort of thick for this beauty. I cooked turkey bacon (something I am used to now.) I leave the lettuce off, it just gets in the way and clouds the subject. Oh my, it was good. Having some tomato left over, I had it with my scrambled egg for breakfast. Another way to enjoy these summer treats. Nothing like a good tomato. It really made my day and I should be O.K. Sometime it just takes the simple things to make me happy.
Betty Boop
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I haven’t had a perfect tomato yet this season. Wish I knew someone with a garden.
Yes we could go by the light of the moon and raid the sleeping plants. All this stuff is making us crazy. MOM
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