These tomatoes were all rescued from before the frost. These last tomatoes—Black Krim, Cherokee Purple, Black Cherries, San Marzano, Green Zebra, Sun Sugar, and Mortgage Lifter— in our well-seasoned cast-iron skillet, have embraced some eggplant, onion, garlic, green pepper, and herbs from the summer garden to create a kind of nightshade stew. I will add potatoes to the mix as well.
Though the too soon cold arctic winds make summer seem so very far away, the taste of this compote brings the memory soaring back, and the promise of opening to the warmth and the light once again more tangible and savory.
Here’s to the gift of witnessing the miracle of death and rebirth annually (at least here in the midwest) and having the opportunity to flavor some of summer into the nourishment of winter.
Here’s to the seasoning of seasons.