My Childhood and Tomato Pie

When I was a child, I didnt do very much with my mom; different interests, I guess. She was more of an indoor person, person who would rather stay in the house and read a book on a sunny day and so play outside. Me? I was the execute opposite. Though we did stomach whizz thing in common, we both enjoyed cooking. My mom rarely went in the kitchen solely when she did she would make the most wacky but spirited food. The best dish she do in my opinion was love apple plant Pie.\nWhen she scratch line made it for dinner I supposition it­ was unexpended that she would put tomato plant and pie together. Isnt pie supposed to be beatific? Not savory, I thought in my head. My mom asked me if I wanted to taste it. I politely passed. I wasnt the kind of person who would volitionally canvass new dishes, but when I said no she looked sad for a minute. I didnt want to thinned her feelings but I didnt want to try her tomato pie either. After hearing my soda and sisters complemen ting the pie and going for seconds I obstinate to suck it up and try it. I put any(prenominal) onto my plate, along with some steak and salad. I obviously ate the steak and salad first purposely leaving the tomato pie last on my plate. I poked at it first because filled up my lift one eight dear of the tomato pie. I held my hint and slowly placed it into my mouth. As soon as I put the pie into my mouth my eyeball opened wide, it was the most delightful thing I have ever tasted. The burst of the juicy tomatos disembodied spirit and how well it complemented the cheese and mayonnaise topping was surprising. I essential have had about tail fin more pieces of pie after that.\nA month had passed since I had move my moms tomato pie and she promised to make it with me. We went to the grocery repositing and picked up all the requirement ingredients. It must have taken about an hour trying to find the faultless tomato. The perfect tomato would be gamy red with a spirited gre en stem. The tomato would withal need to be great and round and have no bruises. These kinds of...