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Adding to the list of favorites

About three years ago I was in NM visiting for a friends wedding and my dad convinced me to eat tomatoes.  I had protested prior to this for texture reasons.  But these were from his garden.  And honestly, Ill do pretty much anything my dad asks me to.  They were pretty fantastic but that spoiled me, there are few things as good as tomatoes picked when they are ripe from a garden in your back yard.  Though I still eat them almost every day.  They are a staple to my diet, even in winter when they don't taste that good, I just put more salt on.  Or in this case, add a little balsamic vinegar, olive oil, garlic and mozzarella and put it on top of chicken for a little grilled chicken bruschetta.  Im always looking for ways to make chicken because lets be honest, it gets really quite boring.  There is only so much that spices can do.  The hard part is keeping it within the diet.  This is a pretty good combo and has now been added to the list of favorites.  Ive made it with both roma tomatoes and grape, the grape are easiest and less messy.  The recipe says to chop up the onion which would work well for anyone who eats onion.  I on the other hand can't stand the texture (love the flavor though).  So this time I wised up and left them in big chunks to pick out.  Ive used the mozzarella balls, its just easier.  And since this is probably the prettiest thing I have ever cooked (other than brownies) I had to add a pic.

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