|Photo of La Tomatina festival in Spain - AP Photo - Alberto Saiz|
fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at
night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!
--and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?”
|Redland grown heirloom tomatoes. Beautiful, scars and all.|
|Albacore salad with mini-heirlooms and homemade Greek-style yogurt|
|You say "tomato," I say "crap"|
|Abe Froman - Sausage King of Chicago|
|Dude, he said tomato! DRINK!|
|A nice haul from a winter market trip. Where did it come from? The Redland!|
Some reviews have said it’s in the vein of Upton Sinclair’s “The Jungle” and Eric Schlosser’s “Fast Food Nation” so I’m sure it’ll be a good read. And apparently it’s not all doom and gloom, as Mr. Estabrook mentioned at the close of the chat: the book offers some answers and solutions to what can be done to bring back a tasty tomato. It's a simple idea with many working parts. Tomatoes…who knew they could be so damn complicated! Some of you may know Barry Estabrook for his food related writings in The Washington Post, New York Times, The Atlantic, Saveur, and Men’s Health as well as his role as contributing editor to the now defunct Gourmet magazine. In which he won a James Beard award for his article on tomato pickers in Florida (the genesis of this book). I enjoy reading his articles as well as his blog; Politics of the Plate. If you haven’t read his work, I urge you to click on the above links and Google away till you find some of his articles, its good stuff!
|In case anyone missed it, this is the Presidents birth certificate, can we take a look at the economy now?|
|Whats not to miss about this! Another delicious haul of winter local goodness|
I have to be honest with you, recently I had my head stuck deep in the clouds no thanks to what I am calling “post harvest season slump”...(Pfizer is working on a pill to combat PHSS as we speak, it renders your taste buds useless but it helps) It was weird, I was really bummed out at the end of the growing season, all the fresh greens and nice weather, it’s kind of one of the reasons you live here. But thanks to my wife saying that she missed the blog (nice to have a personal cheerleader) combined with the syrupy sweet smell of the summers first mangos and lychees, I can honestly say I’m back on the horse. A quick thanks my friend, Kristen Jayd from the Homestead Farmers Market, for cluing me into the event.
|Redland raised heirlooms!|
|COLETRANE = SOUL|
|KENNY G = NOT SO SOUL|
To put it in pop culture terms, let’s just say Heirlooms are the John Coltrane of tomatoes (sans the little heroin problem). They are just solid, unadulterated soul-beasts, oozing flavor from every pore; they can’t help but be so smooth! In contrast, commercially grown tomatoes can be more like Kenny G…sure its music, but it all kind of has that same bland flavor, you know what I’m talking about...it’s a tomato, but without the stuff that makes it a tomato…you dig?
|A box of conventionally grown heirlooom tomatoes from Teenas Pride|
|Green Zebras - look green, taste ripe!|
One of the things said in closing at the Tomatoland reading was that tomatoes “are only as good as what you put in them”, something true of just about anything, including people. This struck a chord with me that night for some reason. Well, who am I kidding I know the exact reason this caught my attention and that’s because Mrs. Redroots and I are expecting a little sprout this coming December, our first, so I find myself thinking about babies a lot more often than I used to. It’s a notable responsibility shift for us; a big dog is one thing…babies…are a whole other ballgame. (That is easily the understatement of the year I realize that). But game changers are good, or so it says in the other book I’m reading; Spending Money, Peace of Mind & Me Time: 100 Things Fathers-to-Be Can Say Goodbye To. I’m joking of course, Today we found out that we will be having a son, and I can't wait to meeting him and show him the world in which we live. I'm going to be someones dad...wow.
Undoubtedly as soon as you hear the news that you will be someone's parental unit, the thoughts of what one must do to raise an upstanding citizen run through your mind. It’s your responsibility to make sure they are safe and loved and fed. To make sure they learn right from wrong, have solid common sense (this is a huge one) to speak correctly and openly. To be kind and fair, know how to cook and always remember their table manners. Bread on the left, drinks to the right. To know that the only permissible utensils for eating ribs are your hands. To know how to eat crawfish properly. You know…simple stuff, dreams we ALL have…except for maybe some of that really specific food related stuff… But there will be time enough for all that once he's born; right now we’re enjoying our little sprout as he grows every day, feeding him summers flavors, getting him used to enjoying local food and making sure he’s healthy, what an amazing time. So who knows what adventures await us in the coming season?! What foods, what feasts will come. Only time and fortune will tell. I’ll be sure to post some of the good stuff we come across this summer. Until then keep it as local as your cravings will allow and thanks for reading.
|"IT'S A BOY!"|
High five-ing my sons Godfather; the Skunk Ape
in Ochopee, Big Cypress