Remember that giant bucket of green tomatoes we harvested during the Snowtober* storm?
Well, I found the most awesome use for them.
I cooked them.
I know, I know: sounds obvious. Pedestrian even. But I did not want to make 5 pounds of Fried Green Tomatoes as much as our genteel friends in the south urged us to.
Instead I discovered the magic of green tomatoes: they're their own entity. Instead of approaching them as unripe fruit, one must embrace them as a veggie all their own. A fully ripe green orb of loveliness. Tomatillos? Bah, who needs 'em. We've got Green Tomatoes, baby.
But first, one must prepare them.
And then: Well then I cooked them all up.
And finally . . .