Tomatoes
A tomato tumbled out of my shopping cart, and as I reached for it another followed. They don’t bounce, proof that they are ripe. Two tomatoes on the ground and I’m struggling to avoid losing more. A passerby says, “Gravity it’s everywhere.” I don’t look up, my tomatoes not yet secure. “I know,” I said, repeating the message of the bumper sticker on my car, “It’s the law.” The tomatoes don’t look bruised, and they don’t say anything. They arrive home the same time I do. I wash them off and cut them in fourths or eighths; it all depends on the size. I apply salt and pepper and eat the suckers enjoying how the taste explodes in my mouth and the fact that they’re only 35 calories each. It’s tomato season and I’m in love.
How do you know if it’s a good tomato? simple, it leaves a stain on your shirt.
July 28th, 2007 at 11:14 pm
I love tomatoes!
July 29th, 2007 at 5:23 pm
How do you know if it’s a good tomato? simple, it leaves a stain on your shirt.
Woah! How kinky!
July 30th, 2007 at 5:07 pm
My Mom, now in a nursing home and not to be trusted with a knife, still loves her tomatoes. A nephew brings her a bag full each week from his garden. She washes and eats them like an apple, one bite after another. She must get a lot of good tomatoes, because she always has stains on her shirts and sweaters.
August 9th, 2007 at 2:33 pm
funny, i also eat tomatoes just like that. when you’re in the mood, there’s nothing like ‘em. never thought about the calories, though. i’ve got the opposite problem- unhealthily skinny.
August 9th, 2007 at 2:35 pm
they say you can never be too rich or too thin. well, it just aint true. i hope this makes someone feel better.
September 17th, 2007 at 9:06 am
Hello there. I just discovered mostlyanecdotal through TimeGoesBy. Looks like I’ll be adding another blog to my grow list of must reads. Your tomato spill reminds me of my shopping trip last week when I did the same thing with my peaches. They wound up in a cobbler anyways, so I guess the bruises didn’t matter too much.
September 17th, 2007 at 9:13 am
A cobbler, and you didn’t invite me. Welcome to mostlyanecdotal and thanks for your kind words.