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.).
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.
Here she comes again.
And, again.
The ones Sadie didn't eat were spread out on trays, then sprinkled with salt, pepper, oregano and olive oil.
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:-).