My heart breaks for anybody who’s never enjoyed a fresh, beautiful, ripe, juicy, home-grown tomato. I used to love making tomato sandwiches with my dad. Fresh, gummy white bread. A little mayo—OK a LOT of mayo, and one tomato slice, about and inch-and-a-half thick, a little salt and pepper. Oh, and a napkin. Out-of-season supermarket tomatoes are for suckas.
New book by Barry Estabrook. Small part of what’s wrong with the big picture that is the food production system. Good NPR interview
HERE. Barry’s blog
HERE.