More Than Once Upon a Time

I’d forgotten how much I like a good tomato. It’s been so long since I had one. Ten years ago you could buy New Jersey tomatoes in the city with great flavor, but now what’s called a Jersey tomato is only marginally better than the too red, too watery, too tasteless things you get in the grocery store all year round.

So I decided to go to the greenmarket today and try some of those $4.50 a pound jobs that come in orange and yellow and purple. And you know what?

It was worth every penny.

I’m hooked. If I ever have a garden, I’m growing nothing but White Beauties and Azoychkas. And I will die happy.