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24. june: last summer's harvest



Every summer, probably for as long as I can remember, my parents have planted tomato plants in their backyard garden. That's what Victoria Day is for -- as long as its not pouring rain or freezing cold (both good possibilities up here in the great white north) outside -- planting the garden.

On the south side of the yard, where the sun shines the strongest and where the soil has grown vegetables and herbs for more than thirty years...that's where they go. I would make the trip to the nursery and pick out each plant as though it might be a piece of beautiful jewelry, carrying them home in the plastic tray, watching them bounce up and down on the seat next to me. The smell was always what I loved most in the beginning -- the smell of freshly growing tomato plants is something beautiful and simple..it's the smell of sweet and savory combined in one.

Big Boys, Beefsteaks, Romas, Lemon Boys, San Marzanos, Pastes. Pick them late, having allowed them to ripen on the vine in the summer sunshine and the late August rain. Walking out to the yard at daybreak, after an early morning watering, the grass wetting your feet...picking a tomato fresh from the plant and smelling it in your hands is pure heaven. Taking it inside and eating it right away with a little cream cheese and freshly cracked black pepper on a bagel is divine.

BUT: keeping them (well, some of them) and drying them out with garlic and rosemary or pepper and lemon zest or just by themselves, and saving them for 6 months in the fridge, waiting to be used in a recipe like sun-dried tomato pesto, is unspeakably gorgeous.

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