So, way back on February 18 we could wait no longer to start gardening and dropped some tomato seeds into little seedling trays.
On March 30 it was unseasonably sunny and warm, so we sat out on the deck and moved the seedlings to bigger peat pots.
On May 3 we transplanted the tomatoes into the garden beds.
On May 15 we saw our first tomato flower.
On June 9 we noticed our first Black Plum tomato on the vine.
In mid-July we started harvesting the Black Plums and a few San Marzanos, and a few tomatoes at a time, built up a nice collection of them.
And on July 26 I roasted a bunch of them…
… ran them through my food mill, and ended up with an almost impossibly thick sauce, nearly the color of barbecue sauce. This is how thick it was without cooking down at all:
With a bit of minced garlic sauteed in olive oil and a dash of chiffonaded fresh basil, there was dinner. I tossed the sauce on spaghetti, and then we drank a toast to those moments when life is completely, deliciously perfect.