to catch a fleeting bite of your sweet, red, juicy flesh.
No other on the vine
can compare to the beauty and flavor you bring to me in the hot breath of summer.
Tho many say they know you
only those that sample you in this incarnation can truly be aware
of the diverseness of your nature
between the common dry tasteless commonness that is your popularity
and what you appear to me as today
in your succulent sweet elusive countenance.
Patiently I wait ten months
for you to arrive on my doorstep only to have you disappear again when leaves mimic you in Fall
|Beefsteak peeking out from behind|
the squash as if it had any reason
to be shy!
Grandpa grew this variety of tomato in his garden and these are what most of us with food memories prior to the age of "tomatoes year 'round" recall with real fondness. Yes, it's nice to have those hard little red orbs called tomatoes in the grocery store available to us in the middle of December, but do not make the mistake of thinking they taste anything like a real tomato.
The sad part of this is that even in the dead of summer when 'real' tomatoes are on the local vines, we STILL end up with the variety that are easily shipped around the country in trucks to reach our stores. And that means hard, tough as nails tomatoes with very little flavor.
This one tomato will make several meals, mostly as the main attraction. Tonight a BLT, tomorrow for lunch as a simple topping for my homemade bread, then tomorrow night served simply dressed with salt and pepper as a side dish to something, maybe a couple ears of fresh corn on the cob. This is summer eating at its very best.
BAKING BREAD WORTHY OF MY TOMATO
|Dinner 1 - BLT fit for a Queen!|
|One slice of tomato, one slice of bread |
and a thick layer of mayo...YUM! Lunch!
Chow down baby!