This, what might be called my second annual post about frozen whole tomatoes, comes a little earlier than last year’s. In fact, it comes before the fresh tomato season officially ends: We have not yet had a frost, and we do have a few stragglers on our vines. But those border on pathetic, while the ones I froze a few weeks ago are beauties. (As a reminder, to freeze tomatoes, I just put them in plastic bags whole, and throw them in the freezer. Period. Done.) As I defrosted them I was deluged with memories, one in particular.
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