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senoritafish....homegrown tomatoes. SO brought in some from her patch that I believe must be an heirloom variety. Perfectly round yellow spheres with a blush of pink around the stem end and only slightly larger than a cherry tomato, they explode on your tongue ( and would not be confined within your teeth if you didn't keep your lips firmly clenched shut) with such an end-of-summer sweetness, almost a poignancy, it would be a sin to call them a vegetable.
When I popped one in my mouth prior to my morning java, it's a good thing there was no one else in the breakroom or the adjacent hallway. The noises evoked by such a tomato-ey savor are normally reserved for more intimate occasions.
I heard Garrison Keillor say once that homegrown tomatoes are a heavenly gift, and "those little hard, round, red things they strip mine down in Texas and sell at the grocery store are as nothing compared with them." Well, he's a Minnesotan, and as such, is slightly biased where the warmer states are concerned, but in this case I'm afraid he's right. If it makes any Texas residents feel any better, I don't think he would cut commercially grown California tomatoes any slack either. However, I think in the same story he mentions having pick tomatoes with his sister as a kid, and on discovering a particularly overripe and wormy one, finding her bent-over keester a row in front of him an irresistible target.
And so I go from the sublime to the ridiculous. Typical.
When I popped one in my mouth prior to my morning java, it's a good thing there was no one else in the breakroom or the adjacent hallway. The noises evoked by such a tomato-ey savor are normally reserved for more intimate occasions.
I heard Garrison Keillor say once that homegrown tomatoes are a heavenly gift, and "those little hard, round, red things they strip mine down in Texas and sell at the grocery store are as nothing compared with them." Well, he's a Minnesotan, and as such, is slightly biased where the warmer states are concerned, but in this case I'm afraid he's right. If it makes any Texas residents feel any better, I don't think he would cut commercially grown California tomatoes any slack either. However, I think in the same story he mentions having pick tomatoes with his sister as a kid, and on discovering a particularly overripe and wormy one, finding her bent-over keester a row in front of him an irresistible target.
And so I go from the sublime to the ridiculous. Typical.
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Date: 2003-09-29 07:08 pm (UTC)Now I cannot imagine putting sugar on tomatos, blegh!
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Date: 2003-09-29 08:08 pm (UTC)"Plant 'em in the spring and eat 'em in the summer...
All winter without them is a culinary bummer..."
*giggles* too damned true
One of my most favorite things to eat in the world are tomato sandwiches with mayoninse and lots of salt...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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Date: 2003-09-29 09:10 pm (UTC)rat hates tomatos so we never have them in the house.
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Date: 2003-09-29 09:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-29 10:04 pm (UTC)No, I'm kidding - what we sacrafice for love, hmmm? So far for me, it's candles, incense, perfume, laundry softener, and growing tomatoes, but luckily, not eating them.
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Date: 2003-10-03 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-29 09:49 pm (UTC)It tasted like the best thing I'd ever eaten! I almost couldn't stop.
Poor JD, I miss him so - first concert I ever went to.
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Date: 2003-09-29 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-29 09:59 pm (UTC)Luckily, we have generous people at work who share.
Summer's coming for you, hmmm? You don't have too long to wait. :)
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Date: 2003-09-30 04:50 pm (UTC)That's a shame about your hubby's allergies, still it's good to have generous friends. We usually end up giving heaps away because we simply can't eat that many tomatoes!