You
know how sometimes when you order a salad, you bite into a wedge of
tomato and instantly want to spit it out because your mouth is filled
with vile mealiness and such a complete lack of flavor that you are
actually experiencing negative taste, causing your taste buds to curl up and whimper for mercy? I hate when that happens.
Tomatoes
ought to be bright jewels of sweetness and acidity, but out-of-season
supermarket specimens tend to taste more like a minor crime against
humanity. (A misdemeanor against humanity, maybe?) They are zombie
tomatoes, picked when still unripe and gassed to force them to turn red
(ish). Or, if you find a supermarket tomato that actually tastes
halfway decent out-of-season, it's usually imported -- and I don't know
about you, but buying produce that burned two thousand miles worth of
fossil fuels to get to my plate doesn't really sit right with me. I
feel like if I don't buy local whenever possible, I may as well be
drunker than a mad baboon while piloting a tanker full of toxic sludge
straight into a beachful of baby penguins.Heirloom tomatoes, on
the other hand, are everything tomatoes ought to be, and quite possibly
more. They are gorgeous, flavorful, and are often charmingly misshapen.
They're real. My favorite
tomato source is from my very favoritest farmer's market stand, Happy
Boy Farms. I've seen them at lots of (San Francisco) Bay Area farmer's
markets, so if you live around here, you too can expereince the
transcendent joy of a perfect tomato. To experience tomato
enlightenment, all you really need is a little sprinkle of good salt,
but I do have one other dish I think is an excellent tomato delivery
system, and it's a perfect summer dinner -- Orechiette with Pesto and Heirloom Tomatoes. Recipe here.
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