Oh yes, you read it right. A.d.d.i.c.t.i.o.n !!! Face it, we all have one. (or two!)

It’s not hard to discover. There are tell tale signs all over my house.


The salt shaker is in the window. Waiting. You never know when it might be needed. After all it is the season. The little red gems are at perfect sweetness level. Ripe. Good. Ready.









As you can C.L.E.A.R.L.Y see, the lovely tomato has many qualities — even it’s good looks.  (thus, how could I NOT be addicted ?)

I would like to point out (and if you are a fan of the tomato you already know this fact), summer-time home-grown tomatoes are like none other. A totally different category than those we buy from the grocery stores. Perfection!

Whether its a quick salt shaker to it, eaten sink side, or made into scrambled eggs for breakfast, or into ANYTHING, let us rejoice to the heavens above and He who created the delicious, red, yellow, purple,big or little, T.O.M.A.T.O. !!!!!

Earlier in the summer a dear friend brought her colorful (and yes, delicious) little heirloom tomatoes to a bridal shower here at the house. She’d grown them, washed them, and bagged them so beautifully, they became  part of the decor; and she shared them with many of us. Mmmmmm so very good.

Lately I’ve been searching out local farm stands to find some. Success!!! Funny how five pounds of tomatoes can be devoured within days.


Since we’ve been having such warm weather here in mid-Michigan, the bountiful crop of tomatoes has lasted a little longer . . . hope the trend continues. It’s one addiction I hope to continue. Join me, won’t you?  I’ll fill a salt shaker just for you! (I have this new large sink, there’s lots of room for both of us.)

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