It May Very Well Become a Tradition

We have a (what I consider) a delicacy here in the South.  It is the fried green tomato.  Why they (don't ya'll wonder who 'they' are?) even made a movie about them.  I adore, love, lust for, anticipate, and etc. fried green tomatoes.  Even in my limited space I manage to set out a few tomato plants.  I watch longingly for the first green tomato that is big enough to fry.  I admit to being prejudice but I have had other folk's and restaurant's fried green tomatoes and I like mine much better.  I have a niece that I am very proud of and she just graduated from college.  A few weeks before school was out she sent me a text asking how I made my fried green tomatoes.  Awwww, ain't that just precious?  As I don't have a recipe I told her best as I could.  Turns out she was actually using that for a paper she was writing for school.  She has since told me she tried to fry some but they didn't turn out like mine.  (Almost anything is better when someone else will fix it.)  So at any rate I finally had a green tomato that I have been watching.  She asked me Tues. night at a grandson's ballgame how much longer till it was ready to fry.  I told her that it was ready, did she want to come over on Wed. evening for a "tomato frying".  Oh My Gosh!!!!  I went out and lovingly pulled that tomato off the vine and washed it good.  I do admit to going and buying another green tomato so there would be plenty.  Now of course you can't (or most people can't) make a meal off of just fried green tomatoes.  So I go to the local produce stand and last night for supper we had fresh green beans (cooked with fatback of course), boiled new potatoes, fresh corn on the cob, sliced tomatoes, onions, fried green tomatoes, and fried cornbread.  This children is ambrosia of the gods!!!!  Oh, and for dessert a mouth watering sweet as sugar cantaloupe.  Makes me nearly slobber just writing about it.  But, the joy of it was not in how good the food was or the freshness of everything.  The joy was in this special young lady looking forward to enjoying this with me.  The taste of the food (and it was good!) paled in comparison to the text I get today telling me how awesome last night's dinner was and even more so when she stopped by this evening to give me a hug and tell me how awesome I am.  I really am not awesome but to her I am and that means the world to me.  Oh and on a side note, my daughter did tell me when I felt the need to cook like that again to call her.  I love my family, even when they are driving me crazy.  (and yes I know that is a short trip)  To be continued I am sure!