But, that is NOT the way I've been thinking, acting and being for the past...three plus months now. There was inner turmoil for sure. I finally just threw my hands in the air and gave up. Resigned to composting them. I didn't know what else to do. And, I was actually ok with it. Then, I read that I could roast them, just like I roasted larger tomatoes. Of course, they don't take as long- just keep an eye on them. So, off I went, pleased as punch that there is actually a way to preserve these beautiful, juicy buggers (they're still buggers. sorry.).
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As I was preparing to roast these, I had a little visitor. She takes after my mother and can eat cherry tomatoes like they're berries.
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Here she comes again.
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And, again.
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The ones Sadie didn't eat were spread out on trays, then sprinkled with salt, pepper, oregano and olive oil.
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They came out beautifully. Whew. That was a close one. They almost ended up as chicken food.
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Wow!!! How I wish I could show up at your door and beg. Our plastic tomatoes here just don't cut it. I might have dreams of tasty cherry tomatoes that just grow themselves. Smart girl Sadie has the right idea.
ReplyDeletetwomsrafs,
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome anytime and you KNOW I wouldn't let you beg:-).