Finally, tomatoes are in season!    At my trip to the organic farm this morning, Guy had all sorts of heirloom, cherry, and San Marziano tomatoes.  So, for the next few weeks, I will begin making and canning sauce (more on this tomorrow). 

I prepared a plate this evening of fresh mozzarella, basil (from my garden) and an heirloom tomato sprinkled in salt and drizzled in olive oil.  In preparing the dish, I left half the tomato on the cutting board in the kitchen and sat down to eat my antipasto.

Katherine was suprisingly quiet while I ate.  Usually, both dogs are sitting in front of me begging for food.  Heathcliff made his presence known, but Katherine dissapeared to the other room. I didn't think much of it and continued my meal. 

Afterward, I went back to the kitchen to slice the second half of the tomato — only to find it gone.  There were traces of seeds on the cutting board, but no tomato in sight.  That is when I noticed Katherine licking her paws (as she often does after she eats) on the couch in the other room.

The dog stole my tomato! Oh well. I guess she knows a good thing when she finds it.