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Store-bought tomatoes don’t compare to a freshly picked tomato taste -especially when the tomato is from your garden.
I anxiously wait for the first bite of a toasted tomato sandwich all winter. I make it into a celebratory event. I buy the best sourdough bread, toast it perfectly in a vintage flip-side electric toaster, generously smother it with Real mayonnaise. I bless it with S and an extra shake of P and lay the freshly picked juicy tomatoes on top (ah, divine). I think about this toasted tomato sandwich from October- July. It’s a rite of passage around the farm -even marked on the calendar- “July 18th-ate first toasted tomato sandwich,”
Another little thing that brings me a lot of joy.

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