It’s the last day of summer before the school year starts – I have a bustling house with both a freshman and a senior!
Where did the time go?
On a small scale – the summer itself – and on a larger scale – the time that the boys have gone from wee babes to young school age children to full-size high school students?
Given the chance, these boys will eat me out of house and home now! But I try to occasionally offer healthy food that can compete with the artificial neon colors of boxed fruit snacks.
Enter the tomato…
A long dry spell this August is starting to prematurely kill off the grass, the tree leaves, and so the late summer harvest has a bit more urgency to it. My little herb garden has done as well this summer. It is over grown with rosemary, sage, two types of thyme, oregano, and the perennial robust chives.
One of my neighbors offered to me a part of her harvest of small pear tomatoes which have an intense yellow color and sweet bite. I couldn’t let these tomatoes sit around the house, so I pulled together what was left of some store-bought cherry tomatoes, along with some cucumber and mozzarella balls, to prepare a light side dish for tonight’s dinner.

Fresh herbs from the garden, chopped and torn, along with a splash of EVOO and white vinegar created a wonderful marinade. The tomatoes soaked up the dressing that only proved to enhance the flavor of those wonderful, colorful, savory fruits.

A big scoop of the salad in a cameo rose green depression glass sherbet dish looks perfect enough to eat! No cookies with this delicate piece but still a lovely snack in a lovely vessel!!

I have already eaten a mammoth scoop of this late summer salad. I hope I have enough discipline to leave some of the salad to accompany dinner.
There is a sweet way to enjoy a healthy snack in style before you eat our favorite dessert – which is, of course, a cookie and a cuppa.

When I got married my mother gave me a Betty Crocker cookbook copyrighted 1974. It was the same cookbook given to my mother, my sister, and all three of my mom’s sisters. My grandmother used to work at a book binding company nearby and she came home one day with a box of cookbooks. So we all (eventually) got one. On page 165 is a toffee recipe that doesn’t even specify the final sugar temperature, just “stir for 7 minutes”.







