Brad called me at work today and said, "Whatever you make for dinner should probably..."
and I finished his sentence off in my head, "...not require the use of the stovetop."
Nope. Glad I let him finish, because what he said next cracked me up. "...require the use of several large tomatoes."
I had a craving for garden-fresh tomatoes on Sunday, so I drove 15 minutes across town to buy some. I got six giant beefsteak tomatoes from the farmers' market. Four days later I am down to one not-very-ripe tomato. Hey, I'm getting my lycopene. I mentioned last night that the last tomato wasn't ripe, so my darling husband went to a different farmers' market where they tantalized his taste buds with already-sliced tomatoes in salt mixed with onions. It turns out that he purchased twelve very large tomatoes from the farmer. Smart marketing on their part!
I'm starting to feel like Bubba Gump and his shrimp rhetoric, though...so far I've had sliced tomatoes with salt, sliced tomatoes marinated in balsamic vinegar and topped with mozzarella cheese, chopped tomatoes in fresh home-made guacamole, diced tomatoes marinated with garlic & olive oil and then tossed into angel-hair pasta, sliced tomatoes on a BLT sandwich, sliced tomatoes on a scrambled egg sandwich...I'm not sure what tomato dish or dishes I will concoct tonight, but I am sure they will be delicious...and rich in lycopene.
