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Ode to Tomatoes

Posted by Inexplicable Ways on July 30, 2008

Salsa and salads and sandwiches and sauces and soups.  And biting into them right off the vine; warm from the sun with a basil leaf from the plant nearby.  I want admiration for my tomatoes.  I held them up to my husband and demanded he note their perfection.  “Yeah, they are tomatoes.”  (Though he bragged later to my mother about how beautiful they were–he did notice!).  Secretly, what impresses me most:  I put plants in the ground and added water.  No other effort expended.  Grace. 

The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets…Unfortunately, we must murder it: the knife sinks into living flesh, red viscera a cool sun, profound, inexhaustible, populates the salads…happily, it is wed to the clear onion, and to celebrate the union we pour oil, essential child of the olive, onto its halved hemispheres, pepper adds its fragrance, salt, its magnetism;

it is the wedding of the day, parsley hoists its flag, potatoes bubble vigorously, the aroma of the roast knocks at the door, it’s time! come on! and, on the table, at the midpoint of summer, the tomato, star of earth, recurrent and fertile star, displays its convolutions, its canals, its remarkable amplitude and abundance, no pit, no husk, no leaves or thorns, the tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.  –Pablo Neruda

 

Yes, Scott–we’re having roast for dinner.  Don’t work late.

   

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3 Responses to “Ode to Tomatoes”

  1. Emily Snapp said

    That is one beautiful tomato. It would be more beautiful if turned into that yummy looking salsa you blogged about a while back! It think about that every time I buy salsa, and swear I will make it one day…one day just isn’t hear yet!

  2. Laura said

    mmmmm, i’m so jealous!!!! I used to grow my own tommytoes and loved it! You can always drop off extra veggies at CU.

  3. Gini Young said

    Love it! Our tomatoes aren’t nearly as beautiful, but they taste awesome! and for as little effort as well! Amazing. I didn’t know if it’d work since we didn’t try very hard or map out a garden or anything! No basil for us though. You know what I can do with a boat load of cowhorn peppers though?

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