the last fruits of our summer garden, collected a few weeks ago.
i spy a variety of tomatoes: some big, some small.
some little yellow pear tomatoes
like tiny water balloons waiting to pop.
some red grape tomatoes
from a straggly plant that managed one last hurrah.
all chopped up…
and into the pot.
i spy: tomato confetti
a handful of the parsley, cut moments before from the garden.
i spy a friend.
do you see him?
bad for the garden. but i don’t have the heart to kill him.
he looked right at me with his little black eyes.
or maybe that’s his butt. hard to tell.
in it goes: onion, parsley, garlic. (mr. caterpillar was released back to the wild.)
what else, what else?
i spy truffle oil. mr. googiedaddy’s splurge from the cape.
is that all?
wait a minute…
who’s hiding in the fruit bowl?
i spy one last squash. in he goes.
simmered on low, all day long.
then half pulled out…
and given a quick blend.
i spy: a beautiful orange taste of summer, prepared and frozen for the dead of winter.