The Ups and Downs of Tomato Season
I am a tomato snob. I grew up in New Jersey, it is my birthright. There’s nothing worse than those mealy red orbs you find in the grocery store in December, posing as tomatoes. Every year I look forward to the real thing and mourn the end of tomato season. At least I used to.
This season, my feelings are confused; I’m in a muddle. I find myself despising beautiful red, yellow and green heirloom tomatoes, hoping they fall off the shelf and are crushed on the floor. At the restaurant, I make about 30 heirloom tomato salads a night. 45 if we serve it with buffalo mozzarella. They are slow, fussy, difficult to assemble, and break my rhythm. I find myself yearning for then end of tomato season, which is causing some kind of short circuit in the tomato-loving portion of my brain. A house divided against itself cannot stand.
This season, my feelings are confused; I’m in a muddle. I find myself despising beautiful red, yellow and green heirloom tomatoes, hoping they fall off the shelf and are crushed on the floor. At the restaurant, I make about 30 heirloom tomato salads a night. 45 if we serve it with buffalo mozzarella. They are slow, fussy, difficult to assemble, and break my rhythm. I find myself yearning for then end of tomato season, which is causing some kind of short circuit in the tomato-loving portion of my brain. A house divided against itself cannot stand.
posted by MeBeth at
10:05 AM
4 Comments:
My mom worked at a Cape Cod lobster shack one summer in college, and made about a million lobster rolls every day. She said it took her years to eat lobster again. I hope you make peace with the tomato sooner than that, because yeah. Tomatoes.
Off to the farmers' market...
One word, m'dear: delegation. ;)
we need to plan another getogether soon. next week if you're free!
if you can stop by school friday between 12-2pm, you can watch L.C. and I competing in that cooking contest.
Well, kudos for you for admitting you were actually born in New Jersey! I can say that because I lived there for a few years. I don't have a birthright, but I do have a birthmark that kind alooks like New Jersey if you twist the skin and turn down the lights. Even better if you are drinking....
Anywhooo...where was I going with this...?
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