To try Dave's recipe for roasted Creole tomatoes with bacon and bacon sauce, click here.
New Orleans is the kind of city that likes titles. A Daiquiri Shop is not just a Daiquiri Shop; it is a Jazz Daiquiri Shop. A PCS Wireless and Paging Shop is a Jazz PCS Wireless and Paging Shop. An auto glass shop is a Jazz Auto Glass Shop, where I think they take a loose, improvisational attitude towards car maintenance, maybe replacing your windshield with a bunch of daiquiris if that's where the vibe takes them.
"Creole" is another title that makes frequent appearances, so the last time I drove the 1600 miles to the Crescent City—my enthusiasm dampened by the fact that we had rent a great hole in our earth from which was furiously spewing the very poison that we must pursue to the ends of the earth to fuel our empire, but, well, you know—I was initially wary of the many "Creole Tomatoes" signs I saw popping up at farmstands outside of the city.
But there were enough signs popping up that they warranted my attention, and because this was tomato season in the North and therefore probably some weird, alien season that may also produce tomatoes in the South, I decided to pick some up.