Tomato Tart for My Sister

More and more over the years, I find myself drawn to tomatoes in the summertime. Although I hate to admit that I don’t necessarily enjoy fresh tomatoes (blasphemy!). I prefer them cooked. Yet the beauty in the misshapen fruits and the varying sizes and shades of red, orange, golden yellow and even green, beg to be celebrated and enjoyed on a warm summer day. Even the smell of vine ripened tomatoes brings up memories. It was fitting that today Facebook pulled up a memory from five years ago of my talented sister Michelle’s colorful tomato harvest. Tomatoes will always be a reminder of my sister Michelle, who I’m pretty sure was looking over my shoulder as I recently made a tomato tart.