This was, as they say, worth the wait! You definitely did not disappoint, and I feel I got one more level deeper into the heart of Fiona. Oh tomatoes, I could wax poetic about fresh-picked tomatoes all day. Funny as growing up I got about as far as ketchup or pizza/pasta sauce, but wouldn't touch a fresh one. On a hamburger or sandwich? I'd pull that sad floppy red thing right off. And that is why--I pretty much mostly experienced the grocery store version of tomatoes, not the gorgeous specimen that is garden grown! We're currently harvesting every last little green cherry tomato while we can before the plant completely wilts for the season, haha.

Pasta, oh that's another one that speaks to my soul. Though that is another realm I haven't entered yet, the realm of homemade that is, a basic bowl of plain noodles was probably the very first thing I learned to cook on my own. If all else failed, I would survive all carbed up and happy. To refer once again to my beloved grandmother, other than delicious pancakes, the only other edible item she made was a bowl of pasta. As children we were perfectly happy eating dinner of spaghetti with butter and Parmesan for dinner, and waking up to pancakes in the morning.

Truly heart-warming (and belly-warming) choices Fiona. We are honored to have you bring your best to our table!