I'm ashamed to admit that until lunch today, I'd never eaten an heirloom tomato. And boy, was my life the poorer for it.
Today the Green Market was awash in the color of heirlooms: purple, yellow, green-striped, mottled red, bright orange. I had a hell of a time convincing myself that two pounds was enough. For lunch, I ate a bright yellow beauty, and a pale red number. The yellow one was simply perfection. I can't imagine a better tomato, a more brilliant taste. I also can't imagine ever eating a supermarket tomato, or a waxy roma ever again. How do people live without heirloom tomatoes in the months when they are unavailable? I mean, my god. What have we done, trying to convince people that only one bland type of tomato is necessary? If I had a little porch, I'd seriously want to attempt to kill (because my thumb is black black black) some heirloom tomatoes.
Anyway, I'm dying to go back to the farmer's market and buy more. I am bursting at the seams, waiting for next Saturday. I think I'll be brave and try stripey tomatoes next week.
Oh, and sister, who can't eat tomatoes....I'm so so sorry for you. (Just between you and me, they're not THAT good, I swear. Yeah, that's it. They're not good at all. You're not missing anything.)
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