The first tomato
Posted on August 10, 2010
Back around Father’s Day I posted about gardens and fathers and immigrants and my attempt to have a garden this year. A number of people then shared heart warming stories about their fathers and gardens and childhood memories. For some people, the post touched a nerve and evoked nostalgic reverie.
I’ve had reasonably good results so far. Even lettuce seems to taste so much better out of the garden than what we buy in the grocery store. Cucumbers are now abundant. Snap peas are like candy. The herbs have taken off (What’s with mint? It’s taking over.) and have been the source of great tabouli, rosemary roasted lamb, and other dishes.
Yesterday was the milestone, however. It was the day we ate the first fully ripe, deep red tomato. Still warm from the sun, it was a revelation, and I ate it in celebration of all those gardens and gardeners who came before us.