The Baker was enlisted to shop the market this past Saturday. He's usually very good at selecting produce. For some reason, he must have had a lapse in judgment and thought soft tomatoes meant ripe tomatoes. Oh dear! Thank goodness, only three were almost overripe.
I turned them into a jeweled bruschetta.
It just so happened there were three tomatoes needing to be eaten right away--a red, an orange and a green one. I chopped them up along with some basil. Thick French bread, rubbed with garlic and brushed with olive oil was the perfect base.
I hope you find yourself in the same predicament sometime. It's a delicious place to be.