let's call the callin' off, off!

you say "tom-ay-tow" and i say "tom-ah-tow"...more like, you say "tomato", and i say, "what colour?" 
fa real.


there's a farmers' market (i'm OBSESSED!) on my way to work on tuesdays that i like to stop at.
last week it was a pint of multi-coloured heirloom tomatoes that caught my eye and holy crap they were so amazing.
purple, orange, yellow, greeny stripe, classic red...ALL the colours and ALL the flavour! it really does make a difference when your fruit and veggies are grown in real soil and ripen naturally on the sunny vine...they taste like, how do i put this?, real!


to showcase their beauty, i sliced these tomates (hard t, en francais) good n' thick so as not to muss them up too much. just a nice caprese salad with fresh basil, mozza, olive oil and sea salt.

i kinda wish i'd taken a 'before' photo of the painfully awkward prepubescent cucumber-looking squash with all its bristly peach fuzz before i peeled, cut it into thin strips, and fried it in a bit of roasted almond oil...ah well. it gave the spelt spaghetti and straight from italy pesto some freshness and paired nicely with the simple and succulent salmon filet that i baked with a slather of smoky maple mustard and cayenne pepper. (always a sucker for alliteration).


topped off with a glass of rosé, there's absolutely no arguing at this dinner table. certainly not about the pronunciation of tomatoes.