Got tomatoes? How about tomato sauce?
The tomatoes I planted this year were called "Big Girls." They were kind of late to ripen, but they certainly live up to the "big" in their name. Four or five tomatoes filled up this whole pot and, since they are also meaty, I ended up with another lovely batch of sauce.
The green beans are long ago done and I pulled up the pepper plant and the cucumbers a while ago, but those tomato plants just keep on going and going. There are even new blossoms--although fat chance anything will come of those before the first frost.
Mike likes the tomatoes on a sandwich, salad, or just sliced as a side dish, but he will not eat tomato sauce.
Something abut a pissing contest he had with his father while he (Mike) was still in a high chair.
"Yes, you will eat that spaghetti before you leave this table!"
"No, I will not! (You can stuff it into my mouth, but you can't make me swallow.)"
Personally, I consider tomato sauce the ultimate comfort food.