Friday, January 29, 2016



RECOLLECTIONS OF AN ELDERLY TOMATO
 
In re the aforegoing and as per the hereinafter, I should have mentioned that at this time of year our house itself is a cold frame. We stop heating at the beginning of March, if not earlier, as soon as we enter the single-sweater cusp, so the house becomes a big cold frame.

Aboriginally, plants of course lived their entire lives outdoors, in their natural environs. Market demand for specialized cultivars, however, has since rendered their derived produce so civilized, so coddled, so entitled, as it were, that modern varieties are becoming weaker and more vulnerable to even slight variations in their environment. 

Analogically speaking, their offspring are losing their ability to read and write cursive, and make a living for themselves in the real vegetable world. They need all the debilitating luxuries and medicaments, right away. And not to put too fine a point on it, if you cross them you don’t know what you’ll get. Is this the vegetable future we want for ourselves? Monsanto PR says a big YES!!! in giant yellow herbicidal letters sprayed across a vast industrial cornfield not far from your home, using what used to be called Agent Orange.  

But anciently honored vegetables have their own opinions.“Why, when I was still green,” says an elder sun-dried Roma tomato, “we learned to write mentally, with the figurative equivalent of a steel-tipped pen dipped in 100% tomato juice! We mastered the fine points of tomato grammar in seedling school! A second language was a budding requirement; I studied our original Nahuatl. Day after day we absorbed the ancient Endless Tomato Saga, continually reciting it from memory in absolute silence! That is not easy for a youngster.  

“Yes, we were born outdoors, lived outdoors, and you never enjoyed a better tomato. We were so proud... Those were the days... They were all real tomatoes back then, let me tell you; it was a great time for a young fellow to be alive. Why, look at what they have in the supermarkets now, no integrity at all-- cloned in labs, grown in greenhouses, even in soups of chemicals... 

“In the old days, though... Let me tell you about this beautiful Italian tomato I remember well... She was a beauty; you don’t forget curves like that, nosir-- Bella Toscana her name was, we grew very close, even hung around together... Strictly vine ripened, of course... They sure don’t make ‘em like they used to... Saucy as hell... What a dish... Why, even when we were still green, one time she and I...”

We tastefully leave the elderly tomato over in the gourmet section, musing to himself with a wistful smile, dreaming of a fading past, of beauties that once were, of glorious sauces and truly haute cuisine, when even ketchup was made only from the finest families of the land...

Now let’s see if we can still find any Heirloom vegetables...


5 comments:

Tabor said...

They are out there, but not for long. YOu have to keep looking and save the seeds.

Robert Brady said...

o I look, I look... but I'm not gardening at the moment, due to temporarily insufficient integrity...

Buddha said...

Dear Sir, may one ask which decade of "tomato" growing you're in?
You recovered remarkably well. Better health care in your agricultural environment?

Robert Brady said...

Buddha - hope this finds you well - perhaps I shd have indicated that this was an unposted item from earlier times, but unfinished until now wnen my life is less crowded with tomato requirements... but since it focused on timeless tomato memoirs, I forebore... In any case, early travels and later city family life kept me from tomatoing until we moved to PLM in 1995, which gave me 20 years of heart-to-heart talks with rhe regal vegetable... nowhere near enough...

Antares said...

How presumptuous of me. Buddha implies enlightenment. I am as enlightened as a tomato. I should clarify; which decade of your life did you survive your ordeal in?
As to tomatoes I really enjoyed this piece. GMO tomatoes don't taste like they used to.