Slow Food

April 25th, 2009

When I was a child growing up in Kentucky, I ate tomatoes almost straight from the vine, and “love apples” are still my favorite fruit/vegetable. My grandparents had a wooden cistern top where they put all the tomatoes they picked to ripen. They were every permutation of pink, red and yellow, and the sweet citrusy taste of  their sunlit flesh was summer incarnate to me. We ate them with every meal, and even now scrambled eggs seem naked without a tomato slice. This year I’m growing my own with great trepidation, because I kill everything I plant except bamboo trees. I ordered a Tomato Success Kit which comes with everything but the plants, followed all the instructions and have been tiptoeing around them as they shoot up like the plant in the Little Shop of Horrors. It was all so Whole Foodishly perfect looking. But today I tackled the double-decker cages, put them together backwards, cursed, took them apart, put them back together wrong again, got out the wine, read the directions, counted the parts, tried again. No luck. Finally I found some red and yellow plastic ties mean to bundle computer cables together, jammed the cages into the planters, bootstrapped them with the ties and poured a big glass of wine to celebrate even though they are decidedly cobbled together. They look like hillbilly tomatoes growing in my front yard–all I need is a refrigerator on my front porch to complete the picture–but I like to think I’m returning to my roots in more ways than one. 

3 Responses to “Slow Food”

  1. V-Grrrl says:

    My grandfather was professional gardener and nurseryman. My father was big time organic gardener. My mother had a passion for landscaping and houseplants. My Man is a master gardener, with a passion for flowers. And then there’s me–a Grrrl who has never grown ANYTHING.

    Until this year. Blog post to follow this week about my baby steps into the dirt.

  2. Tina Tarnoff says:

    Always wanted to grow my own tomatoes – but now, after reading this I don’t know if I’d dare!

    I love Fridaville and adore your I’m not hip enough list – I don’t think anybody can possibly appreciate Marc Jacobs ads, they all just say they do.

    Glad to be here!

    xoxo

  3. Di Mackey says:

    I like the way you took the wine cure to get it right 😉