My husband is a “no tomato” guy. He orders no tomatoes on everything. Until one day I made this jammy, un-tart, garlicky, buttery concoction that converted him to sometimes liking tomatoes. And that is what I live for. Oh and let’s not for[...]
My husband is a “no tomato” guy. He orders no tomatoes on everything. Until one day I made this jammy, un-tart, garlicky, buttery concoction that converted him to sometimes liking tomatoes. And that is what I live for. Oh and let’s not for[...]