Those early girls, they get me every time.
Those sweet young firmed-skinned beauties, blushing with the deepest blood-red fluids
that issue forth from their skin.
Punctuating and protecting a burst of seed and flavors that take me to the early taste of spring entranced with hints of late summer.
Their tasty tentacles embrace my culinary imagination.Continue reading “An Ode, an Ask and a Recipe for The Early Girl Dry Farmed Tomato”