Tomatoes... One thing I always missed in California was tomatoes. That is, tomatoes that actually tasted like tomatoes – more particularly, like the tomatoes grown in New Jersey when I was a kid. You could not buy good tomatoes like that in California – not for any amount of money, from any store. They just didn't exist. Once every few years my mom and dad would send me a box of New Jersey tomatoes, and for a few days we'd feast on them. That was the only time I got decent tomatoes for the last 40 years or so.
My friend and neighbor Tim D. bought a big box of local tomatoes today that he's going to use to make salsa (the cooked kind). He gave me five nice-looking tomatoes out of that box, and I ate two of them for my lunch. I just washed them off, cut them up, and ate them with a little mayonnaise. They were every bit as good as the best tomatoes I remember when growing up – dead ripe, with the texture of the flesh perfect, and they were juicy and full of luscious ripe tomato flavor. Oh, man, what a delightful discovery! I live in a place that can grow real tomatoes!! Wahoo!!!
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