Tomatoes GalorePosted: July 25, 2010
Good Sunday Morning, all. I hope everyone is having a lovely weekend. I’m sitting here sipping coffee and reminiscing about yesterday’s dinner. No, David and I didn’t go to a restaurant last night. We enjoyed a sweet, sweet homemade feast courtesy of my mom, Belva. Just for the record, I did act as Mom’s sous chef like always. I’m the apprentice to the master.
Thankfully, Gary’s (or as I like to call him, Daddy) garden has finally produced a bounty of beautiful tomatoes. With so many tomatoes at our disposal we gladly incorporated them into several components of dinner.
One word. Salsa.
Perhaps my mom has some unknown Hispanic heritage. Her homemade salsa is SO delicious. David claims it’s so good, you could drink it…so that’s exactly what he did.
On the menu: insalata caprese, a tomato, feta and squash frittata, Belva-baked bread, and cucumbers in vinegar.
It’s okay, you can drool.
So at this point you may be thinking, “Wait, Maggie. What about dessert?”
Well, a few weeks ago I planted a seed in my mother’s mind. I casually mentioned how much David loves banana pudding. That being said, if David expresses a love for something edible, my mom will make it. Fortunately, I too love banana pudding.
Anyway, when David and I arrived at my parent’s house last night, Mom was stirring away at pudding made from scratch. This pudding would ultimately play a crucial role in the final product.
I could tell you how wonderful it was, but just look at. You can tell it’s perfect. Creamy, sweet, southern bliss.
The fruits of your labor were enjoyed immensely, Mama. Thanks.
Until next time, friends.