Fried Green Tomatoes

Last night I enjoyed my first experience with fried green tomatoes!



And these weren't just any fried green tomatoes, these were green tomatoes from the garden, grown and prepared by Chef Scott, and served with a side of pasta and broccoli.



They were AMAZING. They brought together two things I love: garden tomatoes (they always taste better than store bought ones) and fried. And let me tell you, it's a match made in heaven. He battered them lightly, so there was a nice balance of crisp outside and soft, juicy inside. I ate like four before collapsing on the couch holding my belly, but still kind of wanting more.

I sort of helped in the cooking process. Sort of... Last night I went to a local music store and had my cello tuned. Wohoo! And while I was there I bought a book of pop songs arranged for the cello. We're talking songs like "Don't Speak" by Gwen Stefani, "Stacy's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne, and "She Will be Loved" by Maroon Five. There were also some random, but fun to play songs like "Puff the Magic Dragon," "Ave Maria," "My Heart will go on."

So while Scott chopped, fried, and boiled, I played. And man did it feel good. My fingers found their positions, my vibrato came back, and it felt like I'd only put the cello down for a few weeks (rather than a few years). Don't get me wrong, I'm still pretty rusty. I need to work on my scales and pacing, and my cello needs a few touch-ups as well (new strings wouldn't hurt, and I need to get my bow re-haired). But despite all this it felt good to play, and I look forward to getting back into it, and maybe taking some lessons (maybe even playing in a group?).


The animals in the house seemed fascinated with my playing (which I'm not entirely sure meant it sounded good). Ron (the cat) kept circling around, sniffing my cello and trying to sit next to me. Max (the dog) wasted no time in howling along, which totally cracked me up.

I forsee much more cello playing (and hopefully fried green tomatoes too) in my future.