The guy who fixed my dryer the other day came back (after a call to see if I would be home) and he brought me a basket of Tommy toes out of his garden and 6 tomatoes of such a size that they will last a week.  I am working on the one that is almost the size of a cantaloupe.  I finished half of it already by cutting slices 3/4’s of an inch thick and making a sandwich from the slice which more than covers the bread.  Oh my about heavenly tomato perfume and taste from heaven…drool drool.  My own tomato bush is making millions of new tomatoes right now.  All green and small like golf balls at this stage,.  I hate fried green tomatoes by the way.  My mother made us eat them when we were small..I detested them then and still do.

She also made us eat hominy.  There is NOTHING on the earth that I detest more than hominy except perhaps fried green tomatoes.  She made us eat them when we were little and those huge nasty pieces of hominy were detestable.  ( for you Yankees, that’s not the same thing as grits) Eventually she gave up trying to make us (me and my two brothers) eat the horrible punishment-like stuff. 

Now that is not to say Mother didn’t make us scrumptious food because she did.  Just not those two detestable things.  One thing I just remembered she gave us for breakfast many times was oatmeal.  Always the whole steel cut oats that you cook for a while.  She broiled bacon, and when the oatmeal was done,  she buttered the serving for us..real butter, added sugar..and crumbled bacon on top of that.  My tongue almost beat my mouth to death to get that down..OH so GOOD!  To this moment in time I can’t think of a better breakfast.  And her waffles with King syrup…and generous butter on top..hold me back.

You’d think I was hungry right now but I’m not.  I am full of grapes.  I eat too many and I’m always uncomfortable for awhile.  You’d think I’d learn!