filling the empty nest with food
At the end of the summer, tomatoes are so plentiful I imagine it’s possible to get sick of them. I never do, though. What is that saying?: When you’re tired of tomatoes, you’re tired of life. Oh, actually that’s a distorted version of Samuel Johnson’s 1777 quotation about life in London. “When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”
You could possibly stretch that to the tomato. There is in the tomato all that a food can afford: it is both vegetable and fruit, full of vitamin C, rich in anti-oxidant lycopene, contains a bit of potassium, calcium, vitamin A, vitamins B-6 and B-12, some magnesium, and the perfect amount of sugar. You can eat it out of hand with a little salt (preferably over the sink); chop some up in a salad with avocadoes, corn, black beans, diced red onion, cilantro and a sprinkle of lime juice and olive oil (a salad that needs no recipe); or sauté several cut-up tomatoes with a little butter and an onion and toss it with pasta. You can even throw them whole into a freezer bag and take them out of the freezer in a few weeks or months when you’re looking for that distant taste of summer in a slowly-simmered bolognese sauce.
Our favorite summer dinner is the classic BLT, with a few, or a lot, of tomatoes on the side.
I am never tired of tomatoes. And I sure hope that portends good things for my outlook on life.