I’ve been away from this blog for two months of the hottest summer on record for New York City.  Wow, how time flies when I am being reclusive in my air-conditioned home.  Really.

The end of summer can be sad or it can be a most happy occasion – just as with all things in life, it’s our perspective on a particular situation or event that will determine how we handle it.

I really love this time of year – especially at the farmers’ market with all of the remaining tomatoes and other summer produce that the farmer brings to the city folk.  What a delight it is to savor the last real taste of tomatoes.  With the onset of Fall and Winter in the northeast USA, the only tomatoes in my kitchen will be organic canned varieties.  Eating tomatoes raw, sliced or cubed will have to wait until next year…but wait…I’ll be on vacation in Honolulu and I’ll be able to have fresh locally grown tomatoes as they have a year-round growing season in the Hawaiian Islands!  Tomatoes grown on the Hamakua Coast on the Big Island (Hawai’i) are seen in the photo below –

Photo of Chef Alan Okuda, director of the Hawaii Community College (Hilo) food service program and Richard Ha, of the Hamakua Springs Country Farms holding a colorful selection of tomatoes grown by the Hamakua Springs Farms.

I did attempt to grow tomatoes (cherry size) on my lanai, but we only succeeded in harvesting about 20 or so morsels.  Tasty enough, but the skins are too tough so I will have to be more selective when buying tomato seeds to grow next Spring.

I have been ignoring my obsession for buying food as I am very conscious of the fact that I don’t want to leave a refrigerator full of fresh foods only to perish while we are feasting on papaya and mango and freshly caught mahi-mahi in Honolulu.  So I am taking this opportunity to “shop” from the freezer, which is full of lovely foods, and buying only fresh vegetables and other produce that we can consumer before we depart.

It truly is amazing how many meals are at my fingertips with my fully stocked freezer!  Maybe it’s not so bad to be food obsessed – some of the time.

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