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Slow-roasted intensity

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This was a good year for tomatoes. 

As the nights are cooling and the days are getting shorter, the overgrown three tomato plants in my backyard are heavily-laden, madly producing fruit as a last, desperate attempt to pro-create and leave plenty of seed behind.  If I am attentive and cover the plants diligently as cold weather and snow arrive (October is often snowier in intermittent dumps in Colorado than in December), I could still be eating tomatoes at Thanksgiving time.  We've done it before.  They aren't like mid-summer eatings: sweet and juicy and huge, but rather make good Fried Green slices and mock-apple pie.

But right now, as summer has morphed into a picture perfect Autumn with cool mornings and crisp nights, bright sunlight and north winds – there is an abundance.  By now, we've worn people out with gifts of tomato and have to make several trips to carry in the daily harvest.  So right now is the perfect time to slow-roast these beauties into rich, intensified bolts of flavor for use in millions of other ways.

At the hospital for the annual "m" a week ago or so, I picked up a special fall issue of a gourmet magazine and tried their recipe for roasted tomatoes.  I have done it twice now and will probably use almost all of the rest of the '07 bounty this way:

  • 350-degree oven
  • Spritz the bottom of 2 glass cake pans with non-stick spray (olive-oil flavored, if you have it)
  • Cut medium to large sized tomatoes in half on the hemisphere and place them, cut side up, in the pan.  They should be touching and "crowded" in the pan.  It took 12-15 tomatoes for me to fill 2 glass cake pans. 
  • Drizzle generously with olive oil.  All slices should get some!
  • Sprinkle about 2 tablespoons of Balsamic vinegar per pan over the top.
  • Sprinkle 1 tablespoon per pan with dry Italian seasoning or oregano or basil to your liking
  • Generous salt and pepper, garlic salt is good here.
  • Yesterday, I threw in whole cloves of garlic for the roasting, too
  • Set your timer for 2 1/2 hours.  When it goes off, leave them in the hot oven for at least another 1/2 hour.
  • Keep all drippings for storing your roasted tomatoes

Your house will smell like heaven.  When you scoop a bite into your mouth, your tastebuds will swell as if liquid sun filled with the flavor of a thousand summer tomatoes  just dropped on your tongue.

The tomatoes cook down from 12-15 nice-sized fruit to a sandwich-bag full of menu potential.

You can eat them just as they are – hot and dripping with flavor (for the bold and courageous only) or toss them with hot pasta and freshly grated parmesan.  You can use it as a Bruschetta spread or smear it onto a pizza crust instead of sauce and anything you put over the top will be the better for it.  Yesterday I loaded the top of a rising-not-yet-baked homemade foccacia bread with the tomato and oil mixture – divine!  They would light up an antipasto platter making the other ingredients seem anemic by comparison and I have heard they are good in a cold pasta salad, but mine haven't made it that far, yet.

The photo above, swiped off the internet, doesn't really represent how mine look – turning black at the edges near the end of the roasting: carmelizing…tantalizing…enthralling…

Don't can them ever.  Don't freeze them yet.  Roast them, my friends.  For the love of the tomato, roast them!

Jeanie, a tomato lover…

ODD OBSERVATION: It occurs to me that a woman at the halfway mark is much like a roasted tomato: the red is deeper, more multi-dimensional, the original fruit is somewhat of a memory, but she is richer in taste and fragrance. She adds more to every dish and is better preserved for the future.

NOTE TO SELF:  It is ok to be a roasted tomato. 

 From Amy Grant's upcoming book, Mosaic, "The beauty of being in the middle of life is the vantage point it provides…Even from here I can see growing old is not for the cowardly." p.117  (www.amygrant.com)

Story of Us

SPOILER ALERT!

Michelle Pfeiffer has the most amazing run-on-sentence-line in the movie starring her and Bruce Willis about a marriage that started out well, got really bad, got worse, involved splitting up and how they find their way back to each other (I’m sorry if I just ruined this movie ending for some one), in Story of Us, 1999. 

For Dave’s birthday a couple of years ago, we all chose movie clips that reminded us of him or our relationship with him and played them before opening presents.  The kids picked some pretty good ones.  Some were funny and others were tear-jerkers.  I chose this scene even though the actual storyline is nothing like the history Dave and I have (thank goodness).  Still, I love what she says and as I read it, I can even hear how she says it – talking in this big, crazy circle with seemingly unrelated thoughts that say everything to her husband she needed to say (I’ll add paragraph breaks for easier reading, but there are no breaks in this monologue): 

KATIE:” That’s not why I’m saying Chow Funs. I’m saying Chow Funs because we’re an “us.” There’s a history here and histories don’t happen overnight.

In Mesopotamia or Ancient Troy there are cities built on top of other cities, but I don’t want another city, I like this city. I know what kind of mood you are in when you wake up by which eyebrow is higher, and you know I’m a little quiet in the morning and compensate accordingly – that’s a dance you perfect over time.

And it’s hard, it’s much harder than I thought it would be, but there’s more good than bad and you don’t just give up! And it’s not for the sake of the children, but…they’re great kids, aren’t they? And we made them, I mean think about that! It’s like there were no people there and then there were people and they grew and I won’t be able to say to some stranger Josh has your hands or remember how Erin threw up at the Lincoln Memorial.

And I’ll try to relax, let’s face it, anybody is going to have traits that get on your nerves, I mean, why shouldn’t it be your annoying traits, and I know I’m no day at the beach, but I do have a good sense of direction so I can at least find the beach, which isn’t a weakness of yours it’s a strength of mine.

And…you’re a good friend and good friends are hard to find. Charlotte said that in Charlotte’s Web and I love how you read that to Erin and you take on the voice of Wilbur the Pig with such dedication even when you’re bone tired. That speaks volumes about character! And ultimately, isn’t that what it comes down to? What a person is made of?

That girl (I used to be) is still here….I didn’t even know she existed until you and I’m afraid if you leave I may never see her again, even though I said at times you beat her out of me, isn’t that the paradox? Haven’t we hit the essential paradox? Give and take, push and pull…the best of times, the worst of times! I think Dickens said it best, ‘He could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean,’ but that doesn’t really apply here does it?

What I’m trying to say is, I’m saying Chow Funs because, I love you.”

Dave and me – we’re an “us”…Blessings, Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: So this is my prayer: that (our) love will flourish and that we will not only love much, but love well...(paraphrasing The Message), Philippians 1.9