We had a bumper crop of tomatoes in July. We gave away a couple of bushels to the neighbors, but they stopped answering their doorbells. We were getting buried under Beefsteaks, so the mailman got a bag or two. Ditto the guys down at the precinct.
Sheila canned, sliced, stewed, and diced tomatoes for weeks. We were running out of ways to serve up the big guys and still they kept popping off the vines. That is, up until my buddy across the street harvested his zucchini. We traded zucchini for tomatoes and gave him Sheila’s recipe for Summer Quiche. Great deal! She made a dozen pies and froze them for later. I used to be a meat and potatoes guy, but after Jamaica, I’ll eat almost anything. And, to my surprise, nobody ever died from eating quiche. Or a salad.