Thursday's Borough Hall Farmers' Market. Wilklow Orchards' tomatoes, fresh from the Hudson River Valley. It was muggy, raining intermittently, my hair was frizzing, my chin sweating, in other words, the return of August.
I had to buy one of each. Which was not cheap. But I had to, just once.
Now, what to do with them? Heirloom consommé, turned into a jelly? Stuffed again with rice and dill and pine nuts and currants? Or should I eat them one at time, raw, to understand the flavour of each? What would you do?
I also found a huge bunch of lush purslane for $2.50, so that became supper, the leaves cooked in a slow lamb curry, with more, raw leaves in yogurt. I bought a puny, stunted bunch of dill (thinking about stuffed tomatoes) from the same stall for $1.50. Funny price comparison.
Friday, and the hurricane cometh. I want to see it from the beach. Vince says maybe (he knows hurricane better than I do, being an ex-islander).
What about a hurricane menu?