Do you, like me, feel as though grocery shopping cannot be complete unless there are a bunch of tomatoes in the cart? I know, it's bizarre. I really do have an obsession with tomatoes.
house apartment, they (tomatoes) usually disappear quickly.
Frequently, I'll use them (tomatoes) in pasta sauce, sandwiches, scrambled eggs, you know, that kinda stuff.
On occasion, I have been known to stress.
Sometimes, I will stress if I don't have anything to make with my tomatoes.
Sometimes, I end up with a kabillion (tomatoes).
This happens when when they look really good. When they're beautifully plump, red, ripe, juicy, and delicious. I just can't keep my paws off of them. Many times I end up buying half a dozen.
It's worse when they sell them buy the box. Then I end up buying, like, a dozen tomatoes. My husband then says "what the heck we gonna do with all these tomatoes?" And I say "don't you worry honey, this is my problem".
This week tomatoes looked good. Really, really, good. Darn those hot houses. Surprise, surprise, I bought 8.
At the time, I thought this was a great plan, but then I had 8 almost bad tomatoes sitting on my counter.
What's even worse, I also had a pint of cherry tomatoes to boot.
I think my excessive tomato purchases correlate well with my level of stress. The more stress I have, the more tomatoes I buy.
People say that when they get stressed they eat too much chocolate, drink too much alcohol. Me, I just buy an exorbitant amount of tomatoes.
I could then eat pasta for lunch, pizza for dinner, and gelato for dessert. All my meals would be accompanied by a glass of wine. This would be perfectly acceptable.
I would be able to eat pizza and pasta, and probably not get sleepy. I would be able to drink wine for lunch and not fall asleep. Because this would be in my genes.
Or better yet, I would live in a country that supports afternoon siestas.
These days I have been taking a ritualistic afternoon siesta. You're the only person I've told. Let's keep this a secret.
This weekend I felt Italian. I made bruschetta and salmon, and we (husband + me), ate our lunch on the patio with a bottle of wine in the sun. It was grand.
5 tomatoes, diced
2 tbsp olive oil
3 cloves garlic, crushed
1/3 cup shredded Parmesan cheese
salt and pepper to taste
bread, cut thinly (I used my sourdough)
1. Cut the bread into thin slices. Turn the oven to broil (450 F) and cook for 5 - 10 minutes until crisp.
2. In a bowl, combine the tomatoes, olive oil, garlic, Parmesan cheese, salt and pepper.
3. Remove the bread from oven and scoop the bruschetta mix on top.
This gift of salt was awesome. It was not just any salt, it was truffle salt.
Have you tried truffle salt? No? You should - it's magical. I got my truffle salt from La Buona Tavola - Truffle Cafe in the Pike Place Market. If you love truffles, than this is the place for you.
If your not planning a visit to Seattle this summer, than you can purchase their products online at www.trufflecafe.com
Truffle Salted Salmon
salmon (however much you want)
truffle salt (depends on how much salmon)
olive oil (needs to coat the pan)
1. Heavily sprinkle the salmon, front and back, with truffle salt. Let sit for 10 minutes.
2. In a frying pan, heat olive oil on medium. When hot, place the salmon in the oil and cook 5 minutes on each side. Do not over cook.