Produce-o-rama
Holy crap.
This weekend I baked a peach pie (the remaining half of which is in the fridge), made sufficient pesto to serve us for 15 pesto-centric meals, and there’s about a gallon of tomato sauce simmering on the stove right now. I made only a small dent in the tomato crop, though. It looks like our coworkers are going to get some tomatoes foisted on them.
I’m tired. I hope nobody expects me to cook dinner.
My beefsteaks aren’t ripe yet! I’ll take some tomatoes off your hands, if you’ve any more to spare. Just drop ’em on my porch sometime. BLTs, here we come….