Our Golden Earthworm CSA has been full of big, red, juicy tomatoes. Any my neighbor, with whom I share a share, is allergic to fresh tomatoes, so I get the full portion! Today I was feeling fall, and currently have a pot of stewed tomatoes simmering away on the stove. As I was sitting going through some mail, I had a flashback to my great-grandmother's farm in Cape May, NJ. In it's day it was apparently a huge plantation, but in my memory there were just acres of lima beans and a kitchen garden. But for some reason, the smell of these stewed tomatoes is making my think of her house. Tomatoes are a staple of summer farm suppers, so I guess that's what it is. I love them fried with gravy, and stuffed with huge, homemade, buttery croutons. I also love a good, cold hunk of liverwurst on white bread with an ice cold slice of tomato and tons of mayo. But that is only something I want once a year, as I always think I like liverwurst, but it's really kind of mushy and strong.
I hope one day my kids can look back fondly on some of the meals I prepare, it is a wonderful link between the generations.