We plan a garden, see. The garden grows. Charlie complains that it isn't producing enough to matter, he's tired of looking at the plants, and it's time to clean up. Next thing I know, the plants are on the compost heap.
This time, we scrounged the last green tomatoes from the poor little vines.
my blog tomorrow.
I sliced the larger ones and made The Queen of Foods, Fried Green Tomatoes.
Every cook has her own notions of how to make this. I slice mine thin, soak them in salt water, dredge them in seasoned flour, and fry them in as little grease as possible until crisp and brown on both sides. The tomatoes, I mean, not me.
I know that doesn't make any sense, but that's the way I sees it.
Marian Allen, Author Lady
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