Non-Authentic Winter Pico de Gallo
I miss fresh tomatoes. I miss them so much. I miss their squishy, seedy little middles. I miss scorching their skins and easing them off to reveal their pulpy flesh. I miss boiling them up with onions and spices for savoury jam. I miss the smell of them, you know? The tangy-sweet taste of them too, of course.
But all is not lost in the depths of winter,…