Wow Saturday was HOT! I knew that it was going to be bad, when at a little after 7:30 that morning I stepped onto my porch, with java juice in hand, only to be stricken by the immense heat and humidity that was already seeking to take away my very breath. It was already a balmy 87 degrees with a thousand percent humidity! As I struggled to regain my composure and my breath, because you don't walk outside at a little after 7:30 and expect it to be as hot as Hades, my wife asks if it feels nice outside. What? Nice? Um....sure!
I told her that the tires on the car were melting onto the driveway and she got the idea.
After doing a few things around the house we decided that we needed to brave our way out into the heat and get our errands done before it really gets hot. Now lets take a break and consider this...really? Before it gets hot huh? News flash...ITS ALREADY HOT! Oh...before it gets like the south side of Hell...oh got it! Sorry for the confusion! So around eleven we venture out to go to the store and get some provisions. We are driving down highway 76 heading to the new Super Duper Mammoth Gargantuan Wal-Mart with its shiny new asphalt and shopping carts that actually work when we come up on our local farm stand. I look over at my beautiful wife with little puppy dog eyes and ask if she would mind if we stopped to check out what they have. She said, "That'd be great!", and of course I was already pulling into the driveway at that point. I leap from the car, do an Irish Jig, and hop over to the bounty of beautifully stacked produce with its rich colors and smells! I see a vast array of peppers, and squash, and eggplants (oh my!) when my eye spots the very thing that I had hoped to see! There in their little unassuming green plastic basket sit the jewels of summer! Cherry Tomatoes! I give the attendant the same puppy dog eyes I gave my wife and ask if I could taste one. She just smiles and nods approval. I reach a shaking hand towards the little green basket overflowing with these beautifully ripe little treasures. I hesitate. Torn. Excited! Which one do I try? They all look so good! Too many choices! So I just grab one and pop it into my mouth. Slowly I bite down and as the juice and seeds fill my mouth I am transported to my childhood frolicking through my neighbors garden stealing little juicy bites of cherry tomato OK. So I was a bad child! But hey aren't all summer memories based on something like this? You were bad too! My wife's soft beautiful voice fills my ears as I am drawn back to the present time. "Huh?", I say. "So how is it?", she asks. The only word I can find to describe it is "WOW!"
I give the resident payment box it's dues and proceed hand in hand with my wife to the car. She looks at me longingly and asks if she can have one. She rummages through our bag of goodies and finds one that she thinks looks delicious and pops it into her mouth. A bit of tomato juice spills down the corner of her mouth as she exclaims "This tastes like Summer!" I just look at her an smile because it really does. It tastes like the fond summer memories that life is all about.
Go to your local farmer's roadside stand, pick up some cherry tomatoes that you know were picked that morning and try out my favorite recipe! You'll find this recipe on the "Recipes" page.