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Budget cooking: updated late night snack

So you remember those cherry tomatoes I cooked up a week or two back, right? A little flour, some salt and pepper, a bit of basil, some asiago, garlic, and butter sauce? Those were tasty. Those were quick. Well, those are outdated now.

Life started much the same, with the tomatoes halved and stuck cut side down in some flour seasoned with salt and pepper. Oh, but what's that? A new player has entered the match? Meet thinly sliced mini cucumber.

Of course we cook the tomatoes in some butter like last time.

But while those are going, we're gonna dredge both sides of the cucumber slices in the seasoned flour, as well. 

I didn't cook the tomatoes quite as long this time. I wanted the flour to be cooked, but still just a tad sticky. Oh, and look at that black pepper in there. Mm mm fuckin great!

Once the tomatoes were out, the cucumbers went in. I let them get a little crispier than the tomato, but be careful, because those thin little bastards cook fast.

After that, it was merely a matter of setting out the tomato halves, then topping them with the cucumbers. Super simple, but looks fancy as fuck. I just used my tongs to move each slice from the pan to the tomato. If you're all fancy, you can use tweezer or something. If you're more in the simple mindset, a fork or spoon would work, but it might be tough to line them up. Don't mind the tomato butter on the plate; it's a midnight snack, so I wasn't going to be wiping shit off.

Once you've got your tomatoes with the cuke hats, just hit that shit with some freshly shredded asiago and a little chopped basil, then chow down like a fat man who's hungry at midnight. You know. Like me.

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