In praise of the homegrown tomato...
My Italian grandfather grew his own tomatoes (in NJ - laugh all you want, something about the soil produces some of the most succulent tomatoes you will ever taste...it’s not called the Garden State for nothing)...Anyway, in the summer he would make a meal of tomatoes (cut up into medium-sized chunks), mixed with a bit of oil and water, add some crushed garlic (not too much), chopped tomatoes, if you like (he never did), a bit of parsley, a dash of oregano. Stir, stir, stir until everything blends, the tomatoes have had a chance to break down a bit to add their juice to the mix...and let sit for a few minutes...Then get the best, crustiest loaf of Italian bread that you can find...tear off a hunk and swirl that bread in the tomato “stew” you’ve created...
I am firmly convinced that this is on the menu in Heaven and my grandfather is the prep cook mixing it together...
My grandfather did the same. Right out of his garden which he used chicken poop for his manure. Boy did that stink. But somehow he’d get tomatoes in upstate NY by July 4th.
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should be chopped onion...you NEED the tomatoes...DUH!
I’d likely sprinkle Parmesan on that...real Parmesan...but your grandpa had it down