It seems like everywhere I look there’s another bag of tomatoes. I wrote a quick poem to express my feelings.
The fridge is full.
So is the counter.
There’s a bag near the window.
And another on the table.
I can’t remember…
If there’s a bag in the hallway…
But somewhere, I’m sure, there’s a bag we’ve missed.
I’m up to my eyes in tomatoes and I have no time to do anything with them tonight. I guess a sauce is in order tomorrow – a simple enough venture for someone who has lots of time to stand and stir.
What do you do with excess tomatoes?