Tomatoes Out the Wazoo

So despite my un-green thumb and the overeager weedwhacking of the lawn guy hired by our landlord, we managed to grow tomatoes this summer. Of course this meant a valiant effort to eat tons and tons of tomatoes -- lots of homemade sauce for pasta and enchiladas, and lots of caprese salads. My grandmother ate a tomato and drank a glass of milk every day and she had great skin and jet-black hair till the day she died. Maybe she was on to something there...