Lord, got tomatoes.

In an effort to get away from blogging about a blog about a TV show about cooking, a retardedly simple actual cooking post:
Tomatoes are, like, so good right now. If you are fancy, like Max, you go to an artisan bakery run by one of the lesser Coppolas, and make a tomato sandwich like he does. Many of the rest of us do not even live within a convenient drive of a Baldwin bakery, and have to make do with what's at the supermarket. But there are large parts of the country where tomatoes will grow like the Dickens,* far from any fancy bakery. You can save for that move to esseff, or you can improvise. I purchased a package of the widely-available Thomas's English Muffins. I toasted one. I sliced a tomato that was still warm from the garden. I spread a bit of mayo on the toasted muffin. I enjoyed my sandwich. Not as much as I would have enjoyed having Ludivine Sagnier pop bits of pan bagnat into my mouth, but it was better than 83% of the lunches I've had in 07.

*I saw an unusually robust Beefsteak shoot violating a blueberry bush just this morning.

Comments

[Skeen]

Thank-you.
That piece in the NYT about "what to do with all the great tomatoes" made me want to scream.
You eat them! That's what you do with good tomatoes. You slice them, maybe salt them or drizzle something on them, and you eat them, dammit!
Scooping them out, stuffing them with cheese, and baking them into a pie is totally unnecessary.

[Carrie]

At last check, 83% of the tomatoes in my garden are still green. I fear that we won't get enough sun for them to ripen at all. Tomatoes that ripen in a box in the garage won't do for sandwiches!

[Marco]

Make sure that your tomatoes are getting direct sunlight. Cut back the foliage to expose the glorius fruit to the rays.

[Marco]

Free spelling help. Just email me.

[The Gurgling Cod]

The problem is that the Carrie in question lives in the Pacific Northwest, so the rays of the sun are obscured by the flannel shirts of her neighbors hanging from clotheslines.

[Skeen]

While we're in troubleshooting mode: what do you do when your 1 year-old views little green tomatoes on the vine as groovy little balls to be plucked and thrown into the hedges?
(Yes, yes, I know the answer already: keep 1 year-old out of the backyard.)

[Marco]

Oh, plaid flannel shirts. That can do it.