After a weekend that was heavy on pizza, light on veg, tonight the Husband and I returned to our salad-eating ways.
I’d just read a sweet article in the September Bon Appetit about slow-roasted tomatoes. Just in time: having picked as many ripe ones from my mother’s garden as I could carry, the pile in the veg basket wasn’t long for this world.
So I made the tomatoes this afternoon. It took hours and the apartment smelled heavenly all day. Having collapsed into sticky, yummy heaps, they were incredibly fragrant and had turned a gorgeous shade of red.
I used some of the tomatoes’ steeping oil for a quick balsamic vinaigrette to dress a pile of baby arugula. Spooned the tomatoes on top of the greens, added sliced fresh mozzarella on the side, also some crusty bread which made for an excellent tomato delivery device. Gorgeous summer evening on a plate!
Feeling that we’d redeemed ourselves a bit, we then watched a crazy thunderstorm by candlelight. Hope the tornado sirens were kidding.
