Wednesday, 22 October 2008

Tomato blues

After the home-growns are finished, tomatoes flown in from afar, make for sad pockets. Tasting them, later, is sadder. Saddest of all, is to still want them when you see them in the shop next time. 

While roots and greens are wonderful, I am missing the taste of the sun that vine-ripened tomatoes bring. Through September and October, I try to save the last pickings. Eat only one a day, ration out the last small fruits, until the fragrant bowl waits, empty. 

It always marks the end of Summer for me.