Saturday, after my trail ride and walking Dually around so he could fill his belly with clover, I cut a bunch of lettuce from the garden at the farm where I ride. Pam, the groundskeeper, invited me to help myself to all the lettuce and onions that I wanted. I'm sure that she'll keep me in fresh veggies all summer long, and that is nothing to complain about, especially since making it to the Farmer's Market each Saturday is almost impossible. Mostly because I'm lazy and after riding, I'd rather nap than drive a few miles downtown to see what is for sale.
All of this to say that I had an almost-delicious salad for lunch Sunday morning. The greens were slightly bitter. So while I appreciated them, they weren't my favorite thing. The onions perked up the flavor a bit, and I used the last of my Cherokee Purple that I bought from one of my favorite vendors at the Farmer's Market almost two weeks ago. Funny, or ironic, how those farm-fresh tomatoes LAST outside the refrigerator like nobody's business.
Cherokee Purple is likely my favorite heirloom tomato. Its appearance is somewhat pink going on black, if you can imagine that. Hence, it's name, Cherokee Purple. And, the best part is that it's a Tennessee variety.
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