Here’s Anne Raver’s kitchen table holding a day’s worth of fruit from her late summer garden. Some gardens pushed out tons despite the excessive heat and drought. Others, like mine, pooped out much too early – due, perhaps, to my strict regimen of pure neglect. I had to depend heavily on the kindness of others for my love apples and even bought a few cases at the local farm stand for drying. If you’ve never dried tomatoes before, it’s a snap with a good dehydrator. Mine is the Excalibur. As the flesh leathers and shrinks, the flavor sweetens and intensifies. They’re a much welcome remembrance of summer during those bleak February days.
