So here's what happens when you are me at the farmer's market this weekend: you buy all the tomatoes. I didn't get the heirloom tomatoes, and I don't even care. I lugged home what must have been eight or ten pounds of tomatoes, dumped them out on the table, and gloated.

Ten minutes later, they looked like this. Fifteen minutes later, the whole tray was in the freezer. A day and a half later, they're all perfect and frozen and ready for winter, or at least for the tepid mist that passes for winter in CA.

FOOD STORAGE: MUAHAHAHAHA.