If I weren't totally overwhelmed, utterly sick and undeniably in over my head (again), I would tell you about the fried green tomatoes I made tonight. I'd tell you about how the tomatoes had been hiding, perfect and green and smelling like the sun, in the back of the garden behind the eight (yes 8!) foot tomato plant. I would probably also post a photo of how perfect and round they were and then describe how I should probably write to Martha about them so she can put them either on tv or in glossy print. '
Here's hoping life comes back soon.