Last summer, one of the favorite meals at Maison Shaenon et Andrew was something we called Tomato Dinner: a big salad of sliced heirloom tomatoes with sliced kalamata olives, basil, and feta cheese and a loaf of half-baked bread from Rainbow Grocery on the side. Tomato Dinner was delicious (especially with a bottle of wine) and easy to make, but those tomatoes didn't come cheap.
When we bought the house last year, one of my immediate fantasies was to start a vegetable garden and grow my own tomatoes and basil for Tomato Dinner. Yes, I have some wild fantasies, I do. I clung to this idea through the grueling eight-month escrow process and the nerve-wracking purchase itself. Even when we almost passed on the house, decided to close after all at the last minute while we were visiting our families in Ohio for Christmas, and had to drive out to the nearest town with a notary to sign the final documents from out of state, my mind was on Tomato Dinner.
And now here we are. This:
The roses are also from the garden. Yeah, I know. It'll only be really impressive when I make my own olives and cheese.