I cannot tell you how saddened my family becomes when tomato season draws to a close.
There is nothing, nothing, IN. THE. WORLD,
like a juicy, vine-ripened, heirloom tomato.
like a juicy, vine-ripened, heirloom tomato.
The refrigerated things that they sell in the grocery ARE NOT TOMATOES.
Technically, they are, but once you've had an actual, vine-ripened, delicious bite of heaven,
there's no way you can go back.
That's when you begin to await tomato season with a true, deep, and abiding love.
That's when you become saddened at the thought of the season ending,
and you find yourself having tomatoes with every meal,
because soon, all you'll have are those mediocre, over-priced, hothouse tomatoes
that they sell in the grocery in the off-season.
And that's just depressing to the taste buds.
photograph by Jessica Buckwalter
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