Ask me for my all-time favourite thing to eat and the answer would probably have to be tomatoes. Not crayfish, not chocolate, not caviar. Nope, just plain old tomatoes. I love them fresh on a thin pizza base with truckloads of basil. I love them in a simple tomato sauce for pasta. And, if they’re really ripe and juicy, I love them just as they are with a sprinkling of salt.
Winter is a bit rubbish if you ask me. There’s the freeze-your-butt-off thing for one and, here in the Cape, the rain-and-gale-force-wind thing too. Simply smashing fun. But what really, really gets my goat is the lack of a decent fresh tomato. I can’t do without my love-apple fix so, when the weather turns hostile, I haul out the canned variety. My chunky, spicy, smokey tomato soup is the food equivalent of a snuggle with a labrador puppy. One just feels better. It ticks the cheap, quick and easy boxes too – and I love that almost as much as I love tomatoes. You can use only tinned ones, but I chuck in a few small cherry or rosa tomatoes towards the end, just to remind myself that summer is on the way. What can I say? I’m an optimist.