Heirloom tomatoes are so pretty. Seriously, have you ever seen a prettier tomato?
Sadly for this particular tomato (but joyously for me), it soon became this:
(Yes, that's dried basil. I did not plan well. Don't judge me.)
I have a serious addiction to Caprese in all forms - salads, stacks, pizzas, pastas, you name it. If it's on a menu, I'll order it. If I have the stuff to make it, I'll make it. If tomatoes are in season...well, you get the idea.
Speaking of tomatoes in season...
My mother has a green thumb. Oddly, I inherited a black thumb from who-knows-where and I can't keep a plant (or a fish, for that matter) alive even if I try really, really hard.
So, my green-thumbed mother decided to grow a garden this year. In one of the hottest summers in Texas in a long time.
It's thriving. Over-producing, even.
I think she's come to visit us simply to pawn off produce. Which I have no problem with.
She's grown cucumbers, jalepenos, beautiful red tomatoes, and the most delicious green tiger tomatoes in the history of the world.
So what did I do when she dumped the fruits of her labor off on me?
I'm telling you - OB. SESS. ION. Add in the love and sunshine from a homegrown tomato and there's no comparison.
A better summer meal than what is shown above does not exist. Period.
Unless you plan well enough to have fresh basil around.