Saturday, July 30, 2005


This is the smallest dish I own. It's one of those little bowls for salt or oil or television-worthy mise-en-place silliness.
Today it holds a dab of homemade tomato sauce. Not deep, deep red, because I added a handful of tiny yellow Sungolds to the mix. And folks, I'm here to tell ya -- the tomato is really a fruit. I have proven it. This is the sweetest sauce I've ever put to my lips, almost like ketchup without the spices.
I added no salt or anything else other than olive oil, so it's ready to be tweaked for whatever I decide to use it with. (I think I have those locally foraged grape leaves in mind, finally.)
Since I only roasted about a quart, mebbe quart and a half, of tomatoes, I only ended up with about a cup and a half of this elixir. But that'll be more than enough. I'll use the rest on something else.
I want to spread it around.
P.S.: Can you see the trees in the bowl? The ones in the upper left are shady; the ones on the right are in the golden afternoon sun.


drbiggles said...

What would Helen Reddy think of it all?

Ah, golden sun.

cookiecrumb said...

So, like, I should roar? Or promise you a rose garden?
Hey, Guy: I'm goin' to the Renaissance Faire tomorrow for the last day in July. Toad in a Hole! Mead!
Then a month of local leeks and crappy Sonoma wine. Bummer, eh? Not!