A few weeks back, when all hope seemed lost for the last of my tomato plants due to wilt - I was pretty woeful. How could I go several months without their tastyliciousness???? Having promised Hurricaine J a meal of steak on Anzac Day, and finding the markets shut, I decided that the only way of procuring an impressive steak meal was to wander into the city and hit David Jones. They have an expensive foodhall that just so happens to have some damn fine (if slightly overpriced) steaks.
I was on the escalator descending into fiscally challenging carnivore heaven when something made me squeal with delight. I ran down the escalator throwing aside my housemate, an old guy and two posh ladies and stopped suddenly by the fruit and veg section. There, before my eyes, was a bowl of Heirloom tomatoes. I am a market regular and all I ever managed to find there in the way of Heirloom tomatoes were a few black russians and some green zebras for one week in February. Now at this market alternative there was a whole basket of them! I nearly fainted with delight (and for once I am not exaggerating). I grabbed these three beauties, all as big as my fist!
I went back the next day and got a black zebra, a green zebra and a tigerella, but they were a bit smushy. Of all of them, the white was by far and away the most amazing of them all! Soft and, if you can believe it, creamy! I am heading back to Djs tonight, a few weeks on, just to see if they still have this collection. Fingers crossed.
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