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		<title>What My Tomatoes Told Me</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Mid-August is an evocative time here in Southern England and after a sociable and luxuriously fed weekend there was nothing quite like rounding it off quietly in my small courtyard garden with a simple supper under the fading blue skies as the colours linger and fade on the roses and clematis blooms. What to have [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ4x5p0sAZc/SohTdFM9E6I/AAAAAAAAB9U/jJjuJPlYwzk/s1600-h/IMG_4845.jpg"><img decoding="async" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ4x5p0sAZc/SohTdFM9E6I/AAAAAAAAB9U/jJjuJPlYwzk/s400/IMG_4845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370634314717139874" border="0" /></a><br />Mid-August is an evocative time here in Southern England and after a sociable and luxuriously fed weekend there was nothing quite like rounding it off quietly in my small courtyard garden with a simple supper under the fading blue skies as the colours linger and fade on the roses and clematis blooms.</p>
<p>What to have though when you have been well-fed for two days but just fancy something to mark the event of a warm August night?</p>
<p>The tomatoes are well into their harvest and they are succulently tasty this year and they are just enough, after the strawberries and raspberries, to make this little garden feel fruitful.</p>
<p>So no problem there</p>
<p>Some sliced tomatoes and, yes, maybe some cheese:</p>
<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ4x5p0sAZc/SohW5M5uGlI/AAAAAAAAB9c/X1dkISzV6RY/s1600-h/IMG_4849.jpg"><img decoding="async" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ4x5p0sAZc/SohW5M5uGlI/AAAAAAAAB9c/X1dkISzV6RY/s400/IMG_4849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370638096355170898" border="0" /></a><br />French and ripe on a hand-painted plate from Provence; add some black French grapes:</p>
<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ4x5p0sAZc/SohXY5iUgoI/AAAAAAAAB9k/MlEKktEhSVA/s1600-h/IMG_4855.jpg"><img decoding="async" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ4x5p0sAZc/SohXY5iUgoI/AAAAAAAAB9k/MlEKktEhSVA/s400/IMG_4855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370638640912564866" border="0" /></a>and all anyone needs to make the perfect supper al fresco is that long stemmed glass of rich burgundy wine:</p>
<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ4x5p0sAZc/SohXv7215lI/AAAAAAAAB9s/yeeoLUgb0iA/s1600-h/IMG_4860.jpg"><img decoding="async" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mZ4x5p0sAZc/SohXv7215lI/AAAAAAAAB9s/yeeoLUgb0iA/s400/IMG_4860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370639036672501330" border="0" /></a>Did I enjoy it? You bet.</p>
<p>Thanks tomatoes, it was all your idea.</p>
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