Posts Tagged: tomatoes

best thing I ate this week: late summer’s bounty

The simplest recipes are so often my favourites. Maybe it’s because there is added delight in throwing just a few things together to produce pure, uncomplicated deliciousness. Like this simple salad we made this week thanks to Chef’s Plate.

This one’s definitely a keeper!

The recipe made two large dinner-sized salads for us. Modify for your needs. Add a cob of corn on the side and make it vegetarian.

Field Tomato and Sirloin Steak Salad with Croutons

Preheat the oven to 400°


  • A small steak
  • 3-4 slices of nice bread, cubed
  • 1 cup of yellow cherry tomatoes, cut in half
  • 1 large, ripe field tomato, cut in bite size pieces
  • 1/2 red onion, chopped
  • The leaves picked off a couple of sprigs of fresh parsley
  • The leaves picked off a couple of sprigs of summer savory
  • Red wine vinegar
  • Olive oil

Make some croutons: toss the cubed bread with the summer savoury, salt and pepper and a tbsp. of olive oil in a medium bowl. Spread on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper and bake for 10 minutes, tossing halfway through.

In the same bowl, add a tbsp. of red wine vinegar, the parsley and a tbsp. of olive oil. Season with salt and pepper. Mix well and set aside.

Grill or pan fry the steak 4-5 minutes a side for medium rare, or how you like it, and set aside.

In the bowl with the dressing, add both tomatoes and red onion and toss well. Add the croutons, toss again. Plate with a portion of the steak.

Every bite tastes like a specially delicious toasted tomato sandwich.


We started using Chef’s Plate service a few months ago, and we love it. We choose three meals a week, and the portioned ingredients and a recipe card are delivered to our door every Monday. We’re always happy with the quality of the food, and the ease recipes. For people like us, who often work long hours and get home late, this is a much cheaper and healthier option than simply going out. If you live in Ontario, enjoy trying new recipes, give them a try. It’s completely risk free, and there’s no commitment. And they’ll even give you two free meals for trying! Click here to read more.

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a magpie tale of another life

This is a response to Willow's latest Magpie Tales visual creative writing prompt.  Visit Magpie Tales and find all kinds of wonderful writers and poets and their takes on the prompt and giving hearty support to each others' creative efforts.  Give it a try! A creative challenge is good for you!

I come from tomato country, in what many call Canada’s “banana belt” – Essex County.  You never tasted a tomato as good as a warm, fresh picked field tomato.  No tomato was redder, richer and full of flavour as those.  Sadly, most of the tomatoes there are machine harvested now, and with the forced ripening for one-time harvesting, they have never tasted the same.

There was a tomato factory in Amherstburg when I was a kid, and every August the familiar tomato soup smell permeated the air as the farmers rolled in daily with their wagonloads of tomatoes, and the colourful and exotic migratory workers from Jamaica would appear in the streets.  Sometimes the boys in my neighbourhood would run after the tractors and hitch a ride on the back of the wagon.  That tomato soup smell always reminded us that back to school was coming

When I grew up I married into a farm family and one of their crops was tomatoes.  Workers would come in from Quebec each year to pick them.  For a few years before my kids were born I would sit on the planting machine with the others and feed the seedlings into the grippers on the wheel.  The steady clicking and turning of the machine had a meditative effect – and made the job rather pleasant, and I learned to love the bitter smell of the plants.  Later in the season we would hoe weed patches – a much harder job but you sure didn’t have any problems sleeping at night!

When I think of those years I think of gorging on summer’s bounty.  We would have fresh corn and toasted tomato sandwiches every night for supper.  We canned pickles and tomato sauce and our freezers were stocked with bags of corn, tomatoes, cauliflower, broccoli and asparagus.  I remember long days, with barbeques and dogs and deeps suntans and the smell of dirt and grass on my stained, calloused hands. 

These are the things I think about when I find field tomatoes on the market in August and I pick one up and take a deep whiff.


My girls, Kelsey and Carly with their dad on the farm.