He'd come home from work, hot, dirty, sweaty. Take off his boots while I sliced a tomato from the garden. We went through hundreds of hours and tomatoes at that little table. Salt, pepper, bread, olive oil. Tell me the story. Make me want to hear more. Boy, let me love you up with simplicity.
Delicious. Cannot wait for my first tomato from our gardenReplyDelete
Wonderful. And oh, this is the way to eat.ReplyDelete