Thanksgiving Challenge ...Post 10..August in November

First of all I'd like to thank everyone for the kind words yesterday. I don't know for sure what ailed me, but today I look a bit better than death warmed over and am able to sit up and take a little broth...long as that broth is coffee flavored. Really, I feel a good bit better and just to make me feel like a summer time girl, this is what Mac presented me with. Okay, I know...I know...all your hubbies would have given you long stemmed roses or a bunch of daisies they'd picked growing wild in your neighbors yards. But you see, I don't eat "store bought" tomatoes. They taste odd. The texture is off and the flavor is that of cardboard. They look pretty on the inside, but they were picked green and gassed for shipment...yes, gassed. Now, oddly enough these were late tomatoes which we picked in late September-early October. Mac grew these tomatoes like all our others, from seed. The deep red with green shoulders is called Cherokee Purple and the red ones are Arkansas Traveler. They were new varieties to us, but they are Heritage tomatoes. That means they have been being grown for quite some time, they are not new varieties other than to us. The flavor of the Cherokee Purple is sweet with tangy farewell taste left in your mouth. The Arkansas Traveler makes you want to listen to fiddle music and do a hoe down in the middle of the kitchen floor. It has a kick to it. We had stripped the plants just before we heard there was to be a freeze and wrapped all the fruits in newspaper and placed them in garden baskets. They've been sitting waiting on Mac to have a peek ever since. This is about a bakers dozen and we still have a couple baskets left.

Tomorrow night for supper, Mac will be thankful for braised pork chops, green butterbeans, hot buttered rice and sliced tomatoes tasting fresh from the garden. No gases ever touched their tender flesh. A quick scalding and slipping the peel...maybe I feel up to having a sink sandwich...well, maybe not quite yet. So, for today I'm thankful for Mac and his green thumb. Cause, I sure would love me a tomato for supper tomorrow when I've for sure recovered!