Last night a girl called tomatoes to-mah-toes. She wasn't British.
This morning I locked myself out of the new house & got ambushed by a bushel of romas. They dealt a few swift blows before losing their surprise advantage. It was a little dicey till the onion, basil, and oregano subdued them and I landed the coup de grăce with a splash of balsamic. Hackwork, really (I didn't even brown the onions!) but decent under the circumstances. I'll wait till much later to add the garlic and salt -- I like my garlic to keep its bite.
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