I grew up in Yorkshire loving tomatoes grown by my father, thinly sliced in a sandwich, sprinkled with sugar.
The tomatoes we eat here are an alien variety compared with those long ago tomatoes grown by my father and eaten at every meal throughout summer. We still eat tomatoes every day here, but they are roughly chopped with the odd scar or squashy bit cut out, alien to the neat cherry tomatoes bought from a supermarket. So here is a celebration of our tomatoes, from the neat rows of plants in June to the growing-green stage, to the orange starting-to-ripen stage, to where we are now: luscious red fruit, as rounded as globes, some as heavy as melons, crinkled, wrinkled, often nibbled by field mice, but tasting divine.
5 to remember
una fiesta – a celebration
en rebandas finas – thinly sliced
un bocadillo – a sandwich
una variedad extraña – an alien variety
una cicatriz – a scar
Sugar on tomatoes! Maybe I should try this… 🙂
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My boyfriend puts a little sugar in Spag bol and other tomato heavy recipes. He swears by it!
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Yes, that works with tinned tomatoes which can sometimes be a bit acidic 🙂 SD
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A sprinkle of sugar, or of salt. Let me know which you prefer! SD
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Yum. I miss tomatoes back in the home state of Illinois. Tomatoes just aren’t the same in Arizona. Great pictures.
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Thx! Perhaps it’s something to do with missing childhood too? I swear today’s tomato sandwiches don’t taste as good as my Dad’s 🙂 SD
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My father would put a sprinkle of salt on his tomato 🙂
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Yes, that works too 🙂 SD
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I love tomatoes, raw or cooked does not matter
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Me too.. I can eat the little cherry tomatoes like sweets! SD
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