Today, I'm roasting seconds. They're tomatoes (or any produce), not good enough to sit on the table at the Farmer's Market. Often shunned to the ground, marked LOW (depending on the vendor).
They're bruised and dinked but make the BEST roasted tomato sauce in the history of ever. Bag bigger than me, 6 bucks.
In other news, I'm fixin' to kick it into high gear this week. Maybe even start painting. I don't care which room.
Pick a room, any room.
PS: I sent these texts to Tim. Right before I made the first one his profile picture on my phone. So fun!