Praise the LORD.
Praise the LORD, O my soul.
I will praise the LORD all my life;
I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.
We ate this last night on pasta. It was not so much spaghetti-sauce-like and more soft-tomato-like, but we both agreed that it tasted delicious. I think it might be good on broiled bread with Parmesan cheese, too. Those heirloom tomatoes may look ugly as sin, but they taste heavenly. I have never really cared for tomatoes as a dominant flavor, but these tomatoes may yet make me change my mind. I recommend them for canning or chopping up (hmm… salsa…), but not for making beautiful veggies sides.
Today, assuming neither of us succumbs to botulism poisoning, we are going out to Belchertown (I couldn’t make that up, truly) to ride on a bike path out there. This is all part of our grand scheme to ride all the Massachusetts bike trails, plus as many Rhode Island, Connecticut, and other ones as possible.