For some , it's beans and cornbread, or macaroni and cheese, cheesecake or steaks and potatoes.
But in the summer, there is no comfort like tomato comfort. Fresh tomato comfort. Vine-ripe, straight from the garden, juicy tomatoes is what I'm talkin' about. Yellow will do, the pink and yellow striped are fine.
But for tomato sandwiches, you just can't beat the big pink tomatoes. German pinks, pink Oxheart, Big Pinks---any of them will do. Some folks say they can't tell the difference, some say the pinks are not as tasty as the reds. It's an individual taste certainly. When fully ripe the pinks don't seem to be as acidic as other tomatoes, and they get really, really big. Many of the pink varieties are susceptible to blight, which adds to the challenge.
This year our German Pinks have been stupendous. They've produced well and long, and even though the blight has finally hit and the crop is dwindling, I have had my fix and I can hold out for another year...I think.
My lunch these days: tomato sandwich. Sliced ripe tomato of any variety on good bread with real butter, salt and pepper. Nothing more is needed. I could quite honestly eat tomato sandwiches year-round and be happy. Larry (yeah, my hubby packs my lunch, ain't I the lucky one!) usually gives me a baggie of cucumber slices and a yogurt, some fruit--I think I'm eating like a queen.
I'm off to bed now. The coyotes are howling up on the ridge, the moon is full, and the midnight hour is nigh.
But tomorrow? Tomorrow there will be more tomatoes to brighten my day. Ah, the gifts of summer!