As usual, I checked the tomatoes on the patio in the early morning. For some reason or other we are getting one ripe tomato every few days, although there are lots and lots of green ones. This means that about every three days or so we pick our one red tomato, slice it, and eagerly eat it. (That's our most recent red tomato, hiding behind the green ones, above.) But one tomato doesn't go very far for three people, so in spite of all those pots on the patio, we are still hungry for tomatoes.
So we go to a local farmer's market on Saturdays to stock up on tomatoes.
Yesterday we went to the farmer's market at the Glenside train station. We met a man who is kind of a hemp evangelist; he sells hemp seeds, hemp granola bars, hemp pretzels, hemp mustard, hemp tee shirts, hemp jam, hemp milk -- and even more hemp products than those. Those are just the ones I can recall now.
Salted hemp seeds are quite tasty. I ended up buying a few hemp products.
The sourdough hemp pretzels are jalapeno- and sesame-flavored. He gave me the hemp bracelet for free.
We also tried fresh gazpacho, which was so good that we bought a tub. The man who makes it told us that the tomatoes he used were so beautiful he almost hated to cut them up - in fact, he took pictures of them before he cut them up. They were that beautiful.
That's a tomato-lover after my own heart. I tore up a few basil leaves from our garden and sprinkled them over the soup, and drizzled a little olive oil on top, too.
And then in the evening we made Bloody Marys, to round out a very tomato-centric day.
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