you say......

As previously stated I enjoy the world of food- eatin, reading, watching the TV, (oh PBS showed "A Hot Dog Program" the other night, one of my all time favorite food shows. I watch it every summer- a trip around America discovering the nuances and subtlety of all things frankfurter. If you can watch this show and not want to jump in the car and o to every place they feature- you have no soul.)

I do stop shy of callin myself a "foodie" There is something a wee bit too precious in that name. I love fresh fruits and veggies and few things make me happier than a nice salad but I am always put off by the messianic zeal of the locavore and/or farm to table crowd.

Yeah, Yeah, I get it fresh food = rapture, factory farm stuff= the spawn of satan. It is a bit tiresome to hear a hipster extol the virtue of an heirloom zucchini grown in community farm located in what used to be a parkin lot in Brooklyn.

That said- I have a few plants growin in containers on my deck in the back yard (a Roma tomato, a grape tomato, and a japanese eggplant). I water them everyday but mostly they are on their own. A bunch of the grape tomatos were all ripe the other day, I picked a few to put in a salad. Oh my dear god in heaven! These things were amazing! They barely made it into the kitchen- I was eating them like jelly beans (could you imagine if jelly beans grew on trees? )

I still will not align myself with the locavore mafia -but I get it.


A quick tomato aside: years ago the cesspool at the house overflowed leaving a puddle of "muck" in the backyard. The words have not yet been coined to describe how foul this was- but it was cleaned up and eventually forgotten.

The next summer, lo and behold, there were a bunch of tomato plants growing in the back yard! "Isn't that funny?" no one planted tomatos but, here they were.

AS summer went on the plants grew and the tomatoes looked like something out of a cookbook , big and red and ripe. Just as the harvest was about to begin, two and two were put together. Tomatoes-that no one planted- growing - in what just eight months before had been a puddle of cesspool muck.

I'm sure you were way ahead of us figuring that one out.
Needless to say none of the magic tomatoes made it to the table.

ps the G key on the computer is bein stubborn -so any missing G's are a mistake and not an attempt to be folksy