Some days we feel that nothing good is going to happen but simple pleasures are all around us and we must be open to them. Take tomatoes for example. I’m a tomato snob and believe that the tomato must be homegrown and vine ripened in order to measure up to the standard of what a tomato should be. This certainly limits the time that one can enjoy the treat, but waiting for the perfect day in June is worth any sacrifice. None of the grocery store, hothouse, mushy fruit will suffice. My mama always said, it takes a mean devil to grow a tomato; she thought the Garden of Eden apple was a tomato. And there is only one tomato grower I know that can produce such a delicacy, my neighbor and fellow board member. Although I don’t believe he is the mean devil she was referring to; he can grow tomatoes. I’ll even elevate him to the status of Patron Saint of Tomatoes.
Of all the things you can do with a tomato, I believe the purpose of the perfect tomato is to make a tomato sandwich. The tomato sandwich also requires having the freshest bread, lots of mayonnaise, the kind with fat, salt and pepper, and Golden Flake potato chips – a recipe for one of those rare simple pleasures. This Southern culinary delight is perfect for lunch on a summer Saturday and ideally should be accompanied with a glass of sweetened tea, but as I discovered yesterday, it works very well with a glass of Gabbiano Chianti. Savor the experience and praise to our newest saint.
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