Posted by tklassen on Saturday, August 28, 2010
Too bad for me, I can still remember when a tomato tasted like a tomato. The kind of round ball of acid that would almost eat thru your counter top. Red, juicy, flavourful, aka the burpee big boy. Not what you find currently at the local market, hard, no core, genetically modified, hyper hybred red thing with no seeds in it and no taste with a texture similar to a green apple. Better suited for a game of baseball than to grace a salad or the main ingredient between two slices of buttered toast.
I am pining for a real tomato
Loaded with salt and pepper,
That has the taste of summer.
The flavour of warm rain and sunny days.
With a character to it's own.
And a shape that was defined by the weather.
Sunday, August 29, 2010 @5:24:46 AM
Do you have any local farmer's markets around there? If so, go get some home grown tomatoes -- they won't taste like plastic mush.
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