In celebration of the completion of my painting project, we ate our first two tomatoes on Wednesday evening.
Yes, I did feel a bit like this:
(Francisco de Goya's Saturn Eating His Young. It lives in the Prado.)
Here are the tomatoes. The large one is a Better Boy. The smaller one we don't know.
All sliced up. Heavenly perfume.
Our little caprese salad stacks with local mozzarella and home grown salad. Tomato perfection.