Winter arrived yesterday. Not particularly early, for Minnesota. Still, even after all of these years, it's always a surprise. Or a jolt to the thin skin of summer.
Yesterday, as I watched the cold creep in, I glanced out the back window and caught a flash of red in the heavy weeds. It wasn't anything glamorous or even exciting. Just a tomato trying to hang on for one more day of sunshine to complete its ripening.
That warm and sunny day isn't likely to arrive so I went out to pick the poor thing. Much to my delight, I didn't have enough hands for the rest of its friends. Which were hiding amongst the weeds that I'd given up on, months ago.
Mostly Amish Paste and some spotted variety from seed savers...I think. I don't really recall ordering something fancy, but there could have been a moment of weakness at checkout.
Not nearly enough to pull out a pressure cooker and some jars but more than enough for a pot of chili.
Food never photographs well after dark. Frankly, lighting has little to do with it at all, food just doesn't photograph well.
Oh well, despite the awful photo, it was amazing (I'm kinda braggy about my cooking. Sorry.) and softened the blow on closing out another summer. Farewell friend, see you next May, it was a blast.