Obviously because of everything that’s happened lately, I haven’t been in the mood to tend to my garden, and that included picking any tomatoes. However, it’s always been on my mind. I didn’t spend so much energy growing those tomatoes just to have them rot on the vine, or food for skunks and racoons. I had a bunch I gathered before the weekend that wouldn’t last much longer, so I made pasta sauce out of it. I had some of it for dinner tonight with sauteed portobello mushrooms and rotini pasta. I’m happy to say it turned out delicious. It’s the first time I actually cooked anything nice from scratch since I lost Niko, so maybe I’m on the mend, I don’t know. Food lately only served to keep me awake and alive so it hasn’t exactly been the most healthy. But I didn’t want to waste my tomatoes. I’d probably eventually feel miserable about that too.