Last weekend I took the long way to breakfast.
I was committed to having a slow Saturday morning which meant one too many cups of coffee, taking a few aimless laps around my house, and discovering a languishing tomato hiding among the oranges in the fruit bowl.
What to do with one fine tomato? Commit to a galette. Once I was locked in I happened to find another tomato in the crisper and a few wrinkled cherry tomatoes that had been pushed to the back of the fridge.