I have eaten too much.
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Ann and I went to Winston-Salem yesterday and stop here to take a few pictures.
It is on the National Register of Historic Places.
A side view
Me in front of it.
I kind of wonder how the people in the neighborhood feel about it.
Chuck, Cannon and I went by on Thanksgiving of 2019 when we were having our traditional Indian buffet. It appears to be a museum. But, I have never been able to figure out when the historical doors are open. We just peeked in the windows.
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This is cracking me up.
A few years ago, we had a summer of particular tomato abundance and I figured out tomato pie. It occurred to me that would be a perfect dish to bring back the sun. So, I froze a gallon of summer-ripe tomatoes in anticipation of the holiday. It turned out beautifully and I have been doing it every winter solstice since then.
Tomorrow is the solstice and I made plans to be out for most of the afternoon. Since I won’t have that time to prep the tomatoes, I’m doing it today. These tomatoes were picked and frozen at the absolute peak of ripeness so they are vividly red.I”m delighted that only water is dripping out. Not one bit of flavor is being wasted. And the amount of water that dripped out is astonishing.
7 hours later. The chinois was full to the top and a little mounded when it started this morning.
How it started and how it finished. 3 lbs of tomatoes = 1.5 c pulp
Tomato tartlets for supper tomorrow as a test run before taking them for Xmas with the fam.
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This was at UNC-Charlotte a few years ago. They name these and this one is Rotney. It’s taller than me.
The greenhouse was well ventilated and there were fans everywhere blowing the stink out so the odor wasn’t gagsome. The people running things were on one hour shifts though.
You could step up to peek down in to see the ring of tiny yellowish flower that are the actual culprits. What you see is a fancy leaf. Kinda like poinsettias.
Yes, it does smell like rotted meat.
The spathe looked velvety. But, I didn’t try to touch it to find out. Even if it didn’t get me booted from the greenhouse, I didn’t want to risk that delightful odor sticking.
I am the Audience 