We got off to a poor start, didn’t we lover? You would show up in a salad, with your slimy seeds and your weak flavor. You were shoved into a sandwich or onto a hamburger only to cause the bun to slip and slide.
I liked you best when you had been cooked down to your concentrated best and spread everywhere, on my burger as ketchup, a dip for my fries. You made pizzas, well pizzas. Lasagna wouldn’t be loved as well without your paste and sauce and you’re a regular staple with basil and garlic sauced up over pasta. I don’t know what I’d serve most nights without you.
But you in your purest form, right off the vine, you, you became my friend that summer Dad had planted a cherry version of your plant in our front yard. I happily would grab a few of you and pop you in my mouth, always laughing as your juice squirted over my tongue and sometimes past my lips. After that summer, I stopped being afraid of you. Stopped picking you out of food when you hadn’t cooked beyond all recognition.
As the years went by, my love for you deepened. You were present in all of my favorite cuisines, Greek, Italian, Mexican and even Chinese. When you joined with tobasco and tequila, you made one naughty drink. You even made me fall in love with seafood. Yes, if it wasn’t for you I may never had tried cioppino.
You sealed your fate when your beefsteak variety was placed before me on a plate drizzled with olive oil and balsamic vinegar, only leaving room for some fresh mozzarella and basil leaves. Oh my, Insalata Caprese stole my heart and secured your place in my kitchen for all eternity.
By the way, did you see the sun this weekend? Spring has sprung my friend, now which variety of you shall I plant this year?
Editing note: I wanted to share the article my friend John shared in comments below, a fun read and now I have a new column to follow: You Say Tomato by Gene Weingarten in the Washington Post.
Today’s post was brought to you by the Red Dress Club where we were asked to write about our favorite fruit or vegetable. Ã‚Â We were to share our memory of first tasting it etc. Ã‚Â I enjoyed writing this, you know because as a 6month pregnant lady, food is a favorite topic. Ã‚Â And yes, concrit is welcome. Ã‚Â I know I missed some of the key directives for this prompt but hit me up anyway.