For the last couple of years my husband and I have been watching our biddies take off, leaving us kicking around an empty nest. At least our older son has decided Chico is his town, and lives nearby. Our younger son might be home for the last time – a month from now he and his girlfriend of two years will be taking their first apartment together at their new college.
Heavy sigh. They went off to orientation this weekend, reminding me – in about a month, he will be off to college again. Every year it’s the same – we go through the whole separation thing again, me and the dogs wandering around the house in circles, trying to remember why we came in there.
My husband is down in the dumps as well, his usual workaholic demeanor giving in to “I’m tired today…”
Something had to give, so we wandered out to pick tomatoes. As you know, we have a lot of tomatoes.
But there’s others.
The Hungarian Heart weighed in at 15 ounces on my mail scale, wowsers, went straight into the sauce pot. I don’t kid around.
I’m so glad to have the chest freezer this time of year, our side-by-side is cramped and already full of fruit and chicken. The downstairs freezer starts to look a little barren about March, but it’s still handy for meat we buy cheap at Cash and Carry. Whatever it adds to our PG&E bill I’m confident it saves us as much in food money.
Here’s a tomato we have not tried before, which will be a standard in future.
I was sorry I didn’t take a picture before I cut this beast, but look at the smooth juicy flesh on this thing – a perfect blanket for some bacon or a burger.
We had BLT’s for dinner, a nice light dinner for a couple of tired old empty nesters.