On multiple occasions this summer, I have found myself in a very unique situation.
I’ve started hoarding; food, that is. Kiss My Broccoli might call it collecting, although my self-diagnosed OCD won’t let me call it anything other than hoarding.
To be clear, I’ve got nothing against hoarders (everybody has “issues,” myself included), but I’m the furthest possible thing from a hoarder. The very idea of clutter offends me, and in my world and most certainly my home, every single item has its own and very appropriate place. There is organization, there is structure, and there is a plan for every single thing which comes through my door, mail included. My spices and DVD’s are alphabetized and as far as junk drawers go, well you can bet I clean and reorganize mine at least twice a year. I also know exactly what’s in there at any given moment.
Hell hath no fury like a woman who finds something which isn’t in its proper place. When that happens, my mind usually says, “What the hell is the cheese grater doing with the other random kitchen utensils, when it clearly belongs in the more commonly used kitchen utensil drawer? Dammit. How am I suppose to find anything in this house. This is ridiculous.” What usually comes out of my mouth, in my most professional of voices, goes something like this: “Now honey, you know this doesn’t belong here. Where do you think it should go?” Taps foot impatiently, while staring pointedly at my victim, with arms folded across my chest.
Oh yeah, I’m a real peach to live with. Now before you go feeling all sorry for the Hubby, keep in mind, I give him copious amounts of food and that other thing (wink, wink) so he’s making out just fine.
Despite my very clear neurosis and my decluttering ways, I have found myself hoarding food; tomatoes to be exact. Sure, I usually get a bunch in the food share every week, but I also have a few tomato plants of my own that are really kicking into high gear. Normally that would be more than enough for most folks, but as we’ve all learned in today’s intro, I’m not like most folks. So I’ve been buying tomatoes in bulk at the farmers market, and I’m gracefully accepting tomatoes from the in-laws. For every one tomato plant I put in, they grew ten so they’re more than willing to share, and I’m happy to be the dutiful daughter-in-law, doing my part.
If you were to walk into my home, you’d find a plethora of tomatoes adorning my counters. Of course, they’re in a very neat and orderly fashion; I wouldn’t have it any other way. I suspect if you receive a food share or if your in-laws grew too many tomato plants, you might find yourself in a similar predicament, although maybe you’d allow your tomatoes to run rampant across whatever surface they’re on; shudder.
In any event, if you’ve got tomatoes, I’ve got plenty of great ideas for you.
Greek Salad: romaine lettuce topped with Feta, cucumbers, homemade croutons, diced tomatoes, green onions, artichoke hearts and Kalamata olives.
Easy Breeze Beautiful Caprese Salad.
Tomato Pesto. Aside from straight up pesto dipping, this makes a great pizza or pasta sauce. It freezes amazingly well too.
Fattoush Dip with Hummus.
Tomato Sauce. I make my own pasta sauce all the time in the fall, so I plan on making notes and getting you an actual recipe this season. Stay tuned.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a farmers market to get ready for so I can buy some more lovely and local tomatoes. It’s not too late to get your hands on some either.
Are you still getting late summer tomatoes? What’s you favorite thing to do with them?