Last night, with a blatant disregard for both the calendar and the thermometer, I made tomato soup and grilled cheese for supper. We have lots of tomatoes that need to be used. There has been a recent onslaught of tomatoes from the garden accompanied by an onslaught of brown grackle-like birds we've yet to identify. These birds are tomato lovers like me so every tomato has a big bite taken from it. Like this:
Tomato soup always reminds me of my sister. When mom asked what kind of soup we wanted, my request was always potato, hers tomato. Often mom would oblige us both. Last night's soup made from fresh tomatoes I roasted in the oven was quite tasty, but potato soup still has my heart.
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