But I found another great option. Locally grown greenhouse tomatoes. Oh. Yeah. Sweet and juicy and a ray of sunshine against the harsh snow-so-white-it's-blue. Just the thought brings a tug of yearning in my chest. Imagine maneuvering across a treacherous path with snow crunching under your boots...black ice waiting to send your feet sky-high...barren branches reaching out to snap your scarf and gloves. Now imagine a greenhouse radiating...glowing...with warmth. The interior is lush and green and so cozy you want to plant yourself on the overturned stacks of terra cotta pots and take a nap under the snaking vines dripping with a rainbow of fleshy tomatoes.
I admit to popping a few of these in my mouth so that I could feel the warm juices and seeds burst...reminding me of summers past. But really, I just wanted to get home so that I could coax out the absolute sweetest and deepest and complex notes from these little gold orbs by roasting them ever-so-slowly in a low oven. And now, they are nestled snuggly in a jar offering me bites of sunshine to help me through the cold.
Try eating these alongside cheese and bread/crackers or in a BLT or grilled cheese sandwich. Perhaps atop a pizza or a turkey burger in place of ketchup or tossed into a salad w/ cooked grains, fresh herbs, and tangy goat cheese.