Where would I be without home grown tomatoes? One great thing about life in the Deep South is the long growing season. In fact, it's year round. Well, until a freeze comes along and turns my tomatoes to mush.
Tomatoes are growing like crazy, harvesting continues apace in the cool January weather, until the weatherman predicts a freeze. I could cover and coddle them, hoping they'll pull through. But I'm not that kind of gardener -- any plant of mine needs to make it on its own. So I rush out and pick everything off the vines.
Some I put into paper bags on the counter to ripen slowly over the next days and weeks. But the rest are cooked immediately. I slice them, sprinkle with salt and pepper, dip in an egg wash, then in seasoned cornmeal and fry them on medium-high.
My husband, just arriving home, steals a few crispy slices and eats them right up -- so hot they burn his tongue! He says the delicious fragrance that hits him as he comes in the front door compels him and any collateral damage is totally worth it.
Fried green tomatoes is one of the joys of winter in the South.