Every summer, I splurge at least once on a pound of heirloom tomatoes. A little pricey, a little mysterious with their knobs and purple-y hues, but in my mind, far more appealing than shining mountains of pluots and plums.
If you “hate tomatoes,” it’s because you’ve never had an heirloom, juicy, sweet, and perfect. Continue reading “Olive oil-fried chicken with heirloom tomatoes + pesto quinoa”