I’ve finished The House on Serpent Lake, waiting to go over the final edits, so I’ve been catching up on cooking. Ok, very little, but still, it’s better than McD’s dollar menu or frozen dinners. And I’ve been browsing websites, drooling over the fried green tomatoes my Southern friends posted on FB, wishing my two cherry-size tomatoes would hurry up and grow. I’ve checked with all the local farmer’s markets in the area and gave up. No one had green tomatoes – until this morning! I located a place in Mentone. Since I wanted to get there before they ran out, I threw on clothes, hoping I didn’t forget anything. At least I didn’t get arrested.
At home, I started cooking, and talk about sitting in tall cotton, I had a bowl of pinto beans I cooked this weekend topped with fresh chopped onions, and a large plate of fried green tomatoes.
I was going to take a photo, but I made the mistake of taking ‘just one bite.’ Needless to say, there were none left to photograph.
Maybe next time.