There's a hole in my roof, dear Liza, dear Liza, there's a hole in my roof, dear Liza, a hole.

Well fix it, dear Pieman, dear Pieman, dear Pieman, well fix it, dear Pieman, dear Pieman, fix it.

But how should I fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza, but how should I fix it, dear Liza, fix it?

With a chimney, dear Pieman, dear Pieman, dear Pieman, with a chimney, dear Pieman, dear Pieman for the woodstove.


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Yellow tomatoes float through my dreams as I start research on how to can the non-red tomatoes. Yellow spaghetti sauce? Doesn't work for me.

I had had visions of bushels of tomatoes filling my bowls and spilling out onto the counters. The reality has been that the weather has not been that warm this summer and the tomatoes have drifted in in manageable waves after each warmer day or two. Some are now frozen, some are dried, some are roasted and frozen and all have tasted really nice. There's nothing quite like a fresh from the vine still warm tomato exploding taste into your mouth.

Some of the oh-so-pretty and even tastier cherry tomatoes we've been fortunate to enjoy this summer.

Gladiolas leftover from a pig roast on Saturday serendipitously made their way to our house. It's a huge bouquet! and gorgeous.



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The tomatoes have started ripening.

So far we've been able to keep up with eating them. We've had almost exclusively the cherry size so far in an array of colours. But the larger ones are starting to ripen and they're harder to eat in a mouthful so my eye has been caught by tomato recipes. Tomorrow I'll try slow-roasting some.