Nothing says Summer more than a plumply ripe tomato. To my husband it was saying, "Lunch". Mais non, Monseur- lunch will have to wait! This tomato is my model and the muse is calling to me. And so the patient man waited. I would do my best to do justice to my subject. Later he would surround it with bacon and lettuce. To each, their own.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Summertime!
Nothing says Summer more than a plumply ripe tomato. To my husband it was saying, "Lunch". Mais non, Monseur- lunch will have to wait! This tomato is my model and the muse is calling to me. And so the patient man waited. I would do my best to do justice to my subject. Later he would surround it with bacon and lettuce. To each, their own.
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