Dad was out somewhere. He came home to a BIG bag of cherry tomatoes and a few bulbs of fresh garlic; it was sitting on our porch, no note, no idea who it came from. Dad assumed the tomatoes and garlic were from our neighbors down the street that we're friendly with ("P" and "A"), as they often have a big garden in the summer and share extra produce with us, so he wrote them a little thank you note and stuck it in their mailbox along with a Hershey bar. The next day, a different neighbor--"S"--saw Dad while she was out walking her dog and said "Hey, did you get the tomatoes and garlic I left you?" Oops <g>. S and I are friendly enough to one another--we always wave and say hi and maybe exchange a few pleasantries when we're both out walking--and I know Dad has had a few brief conversations with S but I didn't realize we've become the kind of neighbors who give each other excess veggies from the garden. Also, Dad and I don't have a garden...
Tonight, I was just relaxing and I got a text from A. She told me to thank Dad for the thank you note and chocolate and did we want some tomatoes? I asked if they were full-size and she said yes, so I told her we'd take one...I walked down to her house with a bulb of fresh garlic and she handed me three tomatoes.
It must've been a bumper crop of tomatoes this year...earlier this month, my aunt brought us a bag of cherry tomatoes. Neither Dad nor I are all that fond of cherry tomatoes; he ate a few with his dinner one night and I made the cherry tomato feta pasta that was all over TikTok at one point. I'm not sure I made it right...the feta didn't really get "creamy", the tomatoes didn't "burst open" and while I liked it well enough, it's not a dish I plan to put into regular rotation. Next up: BLT sandwiches for lunch tomorrow and maybe a form of caprese salad for dinner...
