Stewed tomatoes

Cliff loves macaroni-and-tomatoes, and I decided that would be a good addition to our dinner. I started with fresh tomatoes from the garden; blight has pretty much taken our tomato plants, but the fruits go ahead and ripen anyhow. I knew I had to make stewed tomatoes before cooking the macaroni; and although it's pretty simple, I refreshed my memory by googling up this simple recipe.

Then, as often happens when I'm cooking, I went strolling down memory lane: When I was growing up, my mom often fixed "breaded tomatoes", and I loved them. She simply cooked stewed tomatoes, and when they were done, she added enough torn-up bread or broken crackers to soak up most of the juice.

After I married, Cliff's family made macaroni and tomatoes, rather than stewed tomatoes; but it's the same taste, you just chew a little more with macaroni.

Good stuff, Maynard.

I had Cliff mow most of the garden; it was a pretty shameful sight, and I'm glad to have some of the eyesore gone. He left the Okra, the tomatoes, peppers (which are going crazy now), and of course, the butternut squash that is intent on devouring our home. I just need to go out with the push mower and trim the places the tractor couldn't go; it's hard to do that when the ground stays wet.