Tomato Fit for, Well, Me

August 9th, 2011 by Harrumpher Leave a reply »


Up front, I’ll never have the acreage and variety of vegetables my grandfather grew (with me as his willing peon), but even in my tiny scale, I am aware of the sensual grandeur of fresh produce. The scent and sneaked taste of our tomatoes are a full flavored antidote to the permanent, rot-before-ripen tomato-like-objects in the groceries.

Sure, there are splendors as grander or grander — the pacific joy of your own baby collapsed in sleep on your chest immediately comes to memory. Yet right up there are the many senses delighted by truly ripe garden goodies gathered moments before preparing and consuming.


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