I’ll never forget how excited Mother used to get when she’d have a homegrown tomato. Now I don’t mean an organic one from the grocery store, but I mean one that either we grew or a friend shared with her. She would literally go off into a full drama performance about the virtues of a home grown tomato from the color, to the smell, taste, and even flavor! This wasn’t limited to tomatoes either, but extended to all manor of home grown anything.
I guess I missed this boat since I eat largely commercially produced food stuffs, and even alleged organic doesn’t always taste that different. But I do rarely dive into a tomatoe without remembering how she’d wax rhapsodic over a home grown variety . . . MG