Late Summer Tomato Tart
When I was a little girl, my grandfather and my mom had amazing vegetable gardens. The Hungarian side of my family grew everything from dill to yellow wax peppers, berries, wine grapes and tomatoes. I remember how much fun I had or was covertly convinced of the fun of harvesting all the vegetables.
My mom learned to save vegetable seeds from the plants which yielded the best crop. One year it was decided I would grow my own tomato plant. I distantly remember looking at the shrivelled seeds with disbelief. Ever the optimist, I hoped these seeds were something like Jack’s magic beans and went to the backyard with my mom to plant the tomato seeds.
I wrote “Ilona’s Tomatoes” on a popsicle stick to denote my crop, staked it into the
