Having no tomatoes of my own this year (see Remodeling Journal - having a pile of dirt on your garden through June doesn't help veggie growth), I stopped at the local farmer's market.
It's hardly a farmer's market, though: with two bakers, a meat purveyor, a shrimp seller (whose wares stunk to high heaven), a cheese shop, a knife sharpener, an order of nuns collecting donations for their baked goods, two doggie treat manufacturers, and an incense/essential oil stand... there's barely room for the farmers. And when things like broccoli show up in August, there may be something fishy going on -- isn't that a late-fall crop?
Corn, tomatoes and blueberries were in abundance. I've got corn in my fridge right now, so I didn't grab any of that, but I did get some bloobies, and some rough-skinned golden delicious apples (labeled "Prestine").
The tomatoes mostly were sold by the carton, which is too many for my household, where I'm the only one that'll eat 'em raw. So I found one seller that had heirloom varieties by the pound ($3), and picked up three rich-smelling specimens: two of the mottled-purple variety, and one bright orange. I ate one of the purply ones tonight (most of it going into some empanadas, actually), and it was one of the most flavorful tomatoes I've ever had: deep, blood red inside, sweet, intense, low acid. I could have this as my last meal (with a little salt) and go to the electric chair with a smile. Cooked into the empanadas, the tomato smell was rich in the air, something I've never had happen cooking fresh tomatoes before.
I gotta get more next week.
What is patriotism, but the love of good things we ate in our childhood?
-- Lin Yutang