You will find in my cookbook (The British Larder, A Cookbook for All Seasons) for the month of July, a page dedicated to tomatoes. Tomatoes surrounded me as a child and my grandfather used to grow them. When we visited my grandparents, my grandmother used to have the salt and pepper, a wet dish cloth and a sharp knife at the ready for my father, because the first thing he used to do when we arrived was to visit the tomato vines and eat as many as he possibly could in one go! Deliciously ripe and picked straight from the vine, the tomatoes were still slightly warm from the baking summer sun. I toddled along beside my father and patiently stood waiting for my share to be passed over – the smell and taste of those wonderful tomatoes is something I will never forget.
In my book, I semi-dry the