I had other plans for this week’s post, but then this past
weekend I had Tomato Pie. Wow. Tomato Pie is quite possibly the best taste of
summer. There is an adorable little town just north east of here called,
Lititz. I’m not the only person who likes this town as it was voted the“Coolest Small Town in America” this year by BudgetTravel.com. Visiting Lititz
is always fun, but the only place I ever eat lunch when I’m there is The Tomato
Pie Café. If you’ve ever had their tomato pie you understand why they named an
entire restaurant after it.
I spent most of Labor Day weekend laboring over my tomatoes.
Canning nearly 50 jars of sauce and salsa. I was dreaming about tomatoes and
picking tomato seeds off of every surface in my kitchen and on my person by the
time it was over. And yet, there still sat a carton of tomatoes on my porch and
plenty more ripening on the vines that will not die (despite being besieged by
the late blight!). I thought of Lititz and the café and tomato pie. I deserved
tomato pie after my weekend of tomatodom. But there was no time to drive to
Lititz, besides company was coming for dinner.
Luckily, I’d recently seen an obscene recipe for Tomato Pie
on one of my favorite blogs (A Garden for the House). I printed out the recipe
and ascertained that I had all the ingredients necessary. I even had a few more
tomato eaters coming for dinner that would appreciate my efforts. My children
were horrified at the idea of Tomato Pie. I asked them what they thought pizza
was and they scowled and said, “Not tomato pie!” For once they could agree on
something.
