There is nothing better than tomatoes. I love walking to the garden and picking a sun-kissed tomato off the vine, sprinkle it with a little salt and bite into it, tasting the acidic sweetness and feel the juices run down my chin. Or, I slice them and place them between two pieces of bread with gobs of mayonnaise. I purée them into sauce or bake them into a dessert tart tatin. There are just so many ways to enjoy ripe tomatoes.
And now we have tomato pie.
I remember a few years ago at a girls’ night having my first taste of a tomato pie. A friend had brought it and I’m ashamed (or happy?) to say I went back for seconds and wanted thirds, it was that good. After that night I never really thought of it again unless I’d see a recipe about it. I would rip it out of the magazine and add it to the stack of “someday I’m going to make this” pile.
This year was different. From the moment we planted the garden, I decided I was going to make a tomato pie. Of course every time I thought about it we were eating something else or not at home. Finally however, last weekend I put my foot down and I made ” The Pie.”
It was like the sun had risen, the stars came out and fireworks lit up the sky. I don’t think a word was spoken between us because we were just too busy eating. In fact with my son and husband at the helm, leftovers didn’t exist since the entire pie had been eaten. This definitely is one of those recipes that you will make over and over and always get rave reviews on.
So, while you’re standing in your garden and feeling the warmth of the sun, tomato juices running down your chin and staining your shirt, remember to save yourself a few of those tomatoes so you can make a Tomato Pie. It will be well worth the sacrifice.