RecipeMuncher

I love tomatoes.  I always have.  I can remember when I was about eight and my family was living in the small town of Chipiona, Spain, my mother brought home a bunch of tomatoes.  I know they weren’t ours since the patio surrounded by two-story walls that was our backyard then had no garden.  I do remember that we had a strip to plant things in along the drive, but tall sunflowers grew there, while we waited patiently for the seeds to be ready to eat.  Maybe a f (...)