Sunday, August 23, 2009

My Squishy Red Pendules Of Deliciousness


...have taken over the greenhouse.


The chillies may vie for position in this careworn structure, by dangling their curry-bound protuberistae over the rims of their terracotta pots; and the lettuces, crisp and hobbit-turf green, may proclaim their salad-worthy credentials as they hug themselves tight like vegetable footballs in the compost — but the true stars of my would-be botanical garden of delights at the moment are the tomatoes, throbbing with succulent redness from their twisted flourishes of leaves.

And, since this is Linguine Time, I have harvested their sumptuous yumminess with the zest of a man for whom no saucepan is too big for serving as a culinary concoctionscape of potentially underwear elastic snapping proportions.

So as I sit here, allowing this to simmer gently, I’m minded to wonder whether next year, I should venture to procure a selection of tomatoes so bulbous as to double up as hats.

Or a swimming pool — a tomato juice swimming pool. Wouldn’t that be something?

Wahey — there goes the timer...

5 comments:

fairyhedgehog said...

My tomatoes don't throb. I wonder what I'm doing wrong.

JaneyV said...

I love tomatoes. The redder and the throbbier the better. As a little thing I used to eat tomatoes like apples. Yum.

How did the sauce taste? Do you add sugar?

I love this line:
the lettuces, crisp and hobbit-turf green, may proclaim their salad-worthy credentials as they hug themselves tight like vegetable footballs in the compost .
makes me want to tuck them in and tell them a goodnight story.

Word ver: "mingst"
I hope your sauce didn't ming.

Whirlochre said...

Janey
It was lovely sauce, and definitely not minging.

Fairy
As for the throbless tomatoes down Hogway, my only guess is that you inadvertently puncture them with your spikes when snuffling about in the foliage.

fairyhedgehog said...

Damn! I must be more careful. Nobody wants punctured tomatoes.

Robin S. said...

There is almost nothing that tastes as good as a fresh-picked ripe tomato. Mmmmmmmm.

(And yeah - the chillies are runners-up. Sorry, boys!)

I started to grin when I saw my word ver: Decrop.

Looks like a good word ver day.