Obsession: We are obsessed with these cat prints. That is all.
Confession: We like to think of August as a ripe-tomato-fantasy-world, where the bounty of the farmers market tables are exploding with the possibilities of open faced sandwiches, bloody marias, and (if it cools enough for us to turn on the oven) the ambition of sauces-put-up-for-winter. Sometimes, though, even our lushest August ripe tomato dreams fall short. We’re loving this breakdown on how to make the most of a sub-par tomato (and filing it away for those times when those juice-exploding August heirlooms are nowhere to be seen).
Have a luxuriously wonderful long weekend, darlings.