Sunday, February 07, 2010
In The Time Of Tomatoes
What's summer for you?
Lazy days on the beach with ever so slightly scorching sand between your toes, then the absolute cooling bliss of feet in the surf, retreating waves sucking hungrily at your legs.
Games of beach cricket with driftwood stumps, ti-tree bat and a ball, semi-retired from tennis.
Tomato sandwiches sharing lodgings with 30+ suncream, car keys and loose change rattling round a canvas bag.
It's all that, but high summer is also the denouement of the work carried out by foraging bees, when Sol's surging rays coaxes juicy fruits (and vegetables) to peak ripeness with flavour that almost ruptures their skins.
It is the time of the tomato.
When all that hard won water, lovingly applied by ever diligent gardeners, gives up its reward. When picture perfect supermarket tomatoes take second place to fruit whose flavour seems almost inverse to mankiness. When spots and fissures, disqualifying a modeling career, disguise the intense experience of home grown fruit.
No need to get fancy, a little basil, a glug of your best olive oil, a flake or two of salt and a crack of pepper, all on the best bread you can find.
If you don't have home grown, don't despair, just visit your local farmer's market quick smart, that's where these gems came from.
Now's the right time to eat summer.