Belated post. From late August.
Dance of the Ripe Tomatoes, White Dog Cafe
We wouldn’t have this cardboard tomato problem most likely if tomatoes weren’t such a pretty color. Everybody wants something red on their food. Food is so brown so much of the time.
Food stylist’s dilemma:
Client: Can’t we have something red to garnish?
Food stylist (in her dreams): Uh, no.
How did it get to be August and I haven’t had a BLT yet? SOMETHING must be done about this.
We stopped at a so-called farm stand on the way home from a Delaware beach last weekend and I got suckered again by the tomatoes. They did look too perfect, but I let my personal prejudices do the thinking. Asian people selling Asian produce + tomatoes, watermelon, zucchini – all the summer touchstones – and I think, well, they must have grown these perfect red globes too. Wrong. Of course wrong.
So, no BLT from those tomatoes. Why throw good bacon after bad tomatoes? Those toms sat on the counter for over a week without a speck of discernable change. Then I deep-sixed em.
The Lunch Encounter 