Like a burst of sunshine in your mouth

The only thing harder than growing cherry tomatoes (which, let's admit it, isn't hard at all: all you have to do is stick the seeds in the pot, thin as necessary then remember to water on the allocated watering day) is trying to figure out what to do with the finished product. Do I sit at the kitchen table with Grumbles, shoving them in our mouths still warm from the sun, letting juice trickle down our chins as we roll our eyes in ecstasy? Or do I plunder the food sites, such as Gourmet*, Taste, Australian Gourmet Traveller etc looking for fancy schmancy recipes to show off our bounty with?

All I know is that if I leave them on the bench while I make up my mind they will be swiftly and mercilessly gobbled up the the cherry tomato thieves (aka Grumbles and Galumph). I'd best decide before their fate is sealed...

* I am still, with angry tears in my eyes, mourning the demise of Gourmet magazine. I can't believe such an incredible culinary institution, going since 1941, was closed down for the sake of bloody profit margins. Do the people at Condé Nast have no sense of what a gaping hole this will leave in the world of quality food journalism? It appears not.