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Is there anything in the world that tastes better than the first garden tomato of the season, that you picked yourself, still warm from the sun?
So bright red-orange that it almost glows by itself, smelling like the vine and the earth instead of like the sprays they spritz on them at the grocery store, and so full of seeds and juice that it drips as you bite into it.
The pop of the skin, the sweetness and the acidy tang of the flesh, the slipperiness of the seeds and the juice, and the sheer, eye-rolling bliss as you realize just how GOOD this is, and how mediocre the pale, pathetic things the supermarket has been selling you for the last nine months truly are....
Later on this summer there will be tomato salad, and sauce, and oven-dried tomatoes, and giving tomatoes away to friends. But today, there's just this - picked, sliced, and eaten within five minutes in the ritual of celebration of summer.
No matter what else is going on at work, in the world, in my life..... this is good.
So bright red-orange that it almost glows by itself, smelling like the vine and the earth instead of like the sprays they spritz on them at the grocery store, and so full of seeds and juice that it drips as you bite into it.
The pop of the skin, the sweetness and the acidy tang of the flesh, the slipperiness of the seeds and the juice, and the sheer, eye-rolling bliss as you realize just how GOOD this is, and how mediocre the pale, pathetic things the supermarket has been selling you for the last nine months truly are....
Later on this summer there will be tomato salad, and sauce, and oven-dried tomatoes, and giving tomatoes away to friends. But today, there's just this - picked, sliced, and eaten within five minutes in the ritual of celebration of summer.
No matter what else is going on at work, in the world, in my life..... this is good.
