i spy sauce

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

what else?

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.
(purchased here)

can’t hurt.

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.