Ahh sweet sweet tomatoes of summer. So perky, so deceptively simple. Gardening sites abound with photos of lush plants dripping with ripe fruit, perfectly plump for the picking. But my relationship to them is fraught with woe. I have tried on numerous occasions to grow my own – in containers, in a community garden, on a rooftop – and in all efforts I failed. Although I have a fairly good sense of why, I am not eager to jump back into the tomato game. So for now, I hold out hope that some kind soul will share a bit of their bounty. That is the origin of these lovelies to the left. I “traded,” a.k.a. forced a bottle of Concord grape kombucha on my friend in exchange. Someday I will try my hand at growing again, perhaps when I have better conditions to work with – namely a self-watering container and less of a chip on my shoulder.
So what did I do with these tomatoes you ask? Two things so far: served sliced up with some persian cucumber, labneh, coarse ground pepper and smoked salt on pita bread. Bomb. And…sliced up on top of my new favorite pizza recipe: Serious Eats foolproof pan pizza. Pray for a cool evening and crank that oven to 500 degrees cause it’s worth it.