When last seen, Jan was surrounded by organic heirloom tomatoes. Boxes on the floor, sinks full, peelings, two cases of canning jars awaiting processing. (When she went to Wal-Marts, presumably for more jars, she caught the guy who sang "Pants on the ground, pants on the ground, looking like a fool with your pants on the ground" doing his act right by the checkout.)
And that's not counting the box we took. We have been eating tomatoes here for every meal. A plain plate for breakfast, tomato sandwiches for lunch, tomatoes with mozzarella and, yes, tomato pie for dinner last night. And the night before.
Recipe as reproduced by me from vague memory of Kathleen's mom's pie: In browned pie crust, layer thinly sliced tomatoes, onions and basil. Top with a mixture of grated cheese and mayo. Cook at 400ish for a half hour. Eat with pork chops or whatever. Check cholesterol.
WARNING: Eating in the south for a while can cause your pants to fall to the ground.
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