I rose the other morning to walk my dog and trudged out to the street in a sleepy haze I noticed a gentle rain brushing against my face. I looked up through the trees at the sky and stood enthralled by it’s greyness against the fluttering green leaves of the old oaks. In my ears, [...]
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My Father’s Tomatoes No one can grow a tomato like my father.One of my earliest and most fond memories is of standing next to the tomato barrel on the side of our house with my dad eating tomatoes right off the vine. I remember how the tomatoes smelled like the vine, how the juice would drip [...] When I first came up with these sandwiches I actually had no thought that they would be posted on the website. It was a boiling hot August day and I was desperate for a new source of protein that did not require me to cook when I spotted some lovely roasted chickens at the market. [...] |
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