Reidski had intended a few weeks ago to make me a meal which required puy lentils. Sadly, on that particular day the gas wouldn't work on the hob and we decided after some consideration against eating raw lentils so the lentils went back in the cupboard.
He then happened to notice a recipe on the back on the packet for a puy lentil salad no less and decided he was going to make that for today. The only problem with that was that the recipe called for some sun blushed tomatoes. Now I have to admit that sun blushed tomatoes do sound a rather effeminate food item, and I am a girlie girl. Reidski felt bad enough at the thought of sneaking some sun blushed tomatoes into his shopping basket alongside his beer supply for the week, but to make matters worse, they could only be found behind the deli counter in Sainsburys and that meant he had to ask for some sun blushed tomatoes...out loud. He was relieved however that the big tough looking bloke in front of him in the queue also asked for some sun blushed tomatoes...but sorry that the woman serving was hard of hearing so the men had to shout 'SOME SUN BLUSHED TOMATOES PLEASE'. Actually, I don't really know if she was hard of hearing...but if I were her I might pretend to be if men were asking for sun blushed tomatoes.
Anyway, it was very delicious indeed..it also included feta cheese and yellow peppers..yum, but I am afriad he will refuse to make it again if it means a return to the deli counter, so we urgently need a macho alternative name for sun blushed tomatoes. Any suggestions?
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Sun-burnt tomatoes?
Like a macho bloke on a beach refusing sun-tan lotion.
Ripe tomatoes?
Poncy girlie gay tomatoes?
Red tomatoes?
Tomatoes?
Lift a Scot's kilt and laugh out loud tomatoes?
Oh sod it, we'll just get some fish and chips instead tomatoes?
Just let him keep asking if it was so good. He can learn.
Tell him to point at them and ask for "some of thaym" in as macho a voice as he can muster.
Or he could write it down and the deli counter assistant the bit of paper, like he was extremely simple or carrying out a hold-up.
he could just point.
Or wait for the bloke before him to order some and then ask for 'same again please'.
or be really old fashined and buy sun dried tomatoes, as they used to be known.
or go to a supermarket that stocks them on the shelf. Naming no names here, but Waitrose does. Still, he'd have to brave the girl at checkout looking at the botle and then at him, then back at the bottle, ringing her bell and calling all her mates over, poiting at the tomatoes and then at him and all collapsing tot eh floor in fits of giggles.
Make sure he has the car keys hanging our his back pocket too. That's always a sign of someone trying to buy sun blushed toms.
why doesn't he just send the bird out to buy them like he should with all the shopping?
aren't sun-blushed tomatoes a made-up thing anyway? isn't it like sending someone to the DIY store for a tin of elbow grease.
Good for him - shows a bit of good taste and cullinary interest - the rest of the commenters are just jealous that they can't bring themselves to enter a kitchen witrhout having a heart attack :)
theres a difference between tomatoes? ive never liked tomatoes anyhow, theres someting vaguely... wrong about them.
now, shiitake mushrooms? now youre talking!
If Anthony Bourdain can say "Sun Blushed Tomatoes" surely any guy can.
Here in Amurrikka we got tumaters that are butch as all get-out. BEEFsteak tumaters. UGLY tumaters. No pussy tumaters here! And here in SF, our tumaters wear CHAPS and have handlebar moustaches!
Some great suggestions here..thank you to all but I think we have to hand it to the Americans and those tough tumaters. A guy wouldn't need to be coy ordering some of those.
And welcome to The Moy. Nice to see you here.
I say sunblushed tomatoes, you say tumarters, let's call the whole thing off...
just ask for them ffs
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