There are few satisfactions in the world that compare with eating a sun-warmed tomato that has turned the perfect red and is just barely pliant to the touch: plucked, wiped on the inside of your shirt, and bitten into right there in the garden, seeds slurping down your chin so you have to lean over to keep your shirt clean. ( CS Monitor)
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Cheap Thrills in the Garden
Category: Food&Drink
Posted on: August 27, 2007 12:06 PM, by EJGili
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When I was little, our neighbor had a small farm. One summer, they got a bumper crop of cherry tomatoes, far more than they could can. After picking a gallon for my mom, the lady said I was welcome to eat as many as I liked, since the birds would get what we kids didn't.
Think of overly ripe cherry tomatoes, hot in the summer sun, plucked singly, placed in the mouth, and crushed by the tongue, which floods the mouth with flavor.
Swallow, repeat.
That was the second time in my life I ate myself sick. (The first time, I had climbed a sour cherry tree.)
Posted by: 6EQUJ5 | August 27, 2007 01:51 PM