As promised, a peek into our potager. Fascinating, non?
On many occasions I have revealed my lack of talent in the jardin and in the cuisine, but honestly I don't think it's my fault that all the tomatoes are green. If I'm not mistaken, one plants tomatoes (among other things) tries to keep weeds at bay, waters when necessary and hopes the sun will do the rest. Well, check, check, check and this year the farmer across the way gave us nice manure and other stuff to make the garden grow.
You know too how much I LOVE our garden and the potager and when pressed I can turn out a fairly good repast, but I come from a long line of terrible cooks.
(I think that's why my parents always had a martini cocktail hour before dinner which was then eaten by candlelight. Apparently there was always enough light to correct my table manners however.)
OK, back to my green tomatoes. Was there a recipe in that famous movie or do any of you have any suggestions? As you can see from the heavily drooping vines (of green tomatoes) if they turn red over night I will be in big trouble. Before you suggest or ask, obviously I don't know how to "can" anything.
Merci par avance. I can't wait, and if you come up with something spectacular I'm sure My-Reason-For-Living-In-France will be overwhelmed with gratitude.
P.S.: When bending over to take these pictures I pulled up a couple of weeds and tossed that little stone -- just saying. . .
A demain for the exciting line-up.