As you know by now, I do not like raw tomatoes. I consider this to be a moral failure on my part, a personality defect, if you will. For decades I forced myself, off and on, to eat raw tomatoes, hoping in vain that eventually I'd "get it," that something would snap into place and I'd join the ranks of adult tomato lovers. I'm 62. It has never happened. I've pretty much accepted this personal defect and have admitted defeat. I do not like raw tomatoes.
As you also know, I chose my Alice Waters cooking project to actually learn to cook well. My goal is to make every recipe in TAOSF. I figured that would take me into uncharted territory and that I wouldn't necessary like everything I made. The cucumbers in cream and mint certainly wasn't my favorite thing, but today I tackled something I knew I wouldn't even be able to sample: Sliced Tomatoes with Basil. It's a very simple salad, easy to make. It's typical of Alice's celebration of fresh, local, seasonal ingredients. But, good grief, it's basically a plate of sliced raw tomatoes.
For his lunch today, I made Sliced Tomatoes with Basil for my husband. I didn't even have one little bite. Not a taste. Not a lick. Spread out on an antique yellow fiesta plate, all that glistening red and green was indeed gorgeous and glorious. He ate every last scrap of it, bless his heart. And I can now mark that particular recipe off my list.
102 recipes completed; 203 recipes to go -- I HAVE COMPLETED 1/3 OF MY PROJECT!!
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