Last of the Winter (Slow Roasted Tomatoes with Pasta)

My parents have gardened for as long as I can remember. Even as we moved all over the US, whether our yard was large or small, it was always heavily cultivated for flowers, herbs, and vegetables. While my mother subscribed to copious magazines, toted a dog-eared copy of The Border in Bloom seemingly at all times, and directed our aesthetic efforts, the vegetables were more my father's passion. I think it's a family thing, as I can always remember my meme's tomatoes.

Taste memory