I've had some inquiries. People have said to me, "For a week you wouldn't quit writing, but now you've gone silent. What gives?" I think you know.
I've been standing at my kitchen counter dipping fresh, hot, crunchy-crusted, steamy-centered foccacia in flavor-infused extra virgin olive oil, and filling my mouth alternately with that and thick slices of garden beefsteak tomatoes and letting the juice drip down my face.
Ohhhh, its just not fair! I have to look at my green leafy stick with these little green balls and say WHEN, WHEN….
Well ,the bread sounds good.
Mmmmmm.
Get a bib, girl!
You see? THIS is why I love you…
[...] Jeanie, consider this an intervention. You seem to have an addiction to the dreaded tomato, or, " Red Balls " as they're known on the street. First you write practically a sonnet to tomatoes.(see here) Then you forget to blog for a week because you have a tomato sandwich (see here). [...]
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