Friday, September 5, 2008

The Taste that Only Preservatives Can Give

The DNB showcases our first homegrown tomato!  

It's the first of many he has harvested.  There are so many tomatoes on our counter, in fact, that I fear we're going to have to start delivering them abandoned-baby-style to our neighbor's porches.  Ach, more abandoned tomatoes, Ole!  Well, add them to the ones I'm leaving on the Svenson's steps tonight then, Lena.

"Come and have a bite," he says, slicing the Chosen First carefully and salting it just so.  

"I don't know," I stall.  All my talk of sustainable agriculture comes back to haunt me.  Natural pesticides.  Organically produced.  Fresh from the garden.  "It's just . . . "

"This is delicious!" the DNB exclaims.  "Taste it."

"I'm just . . . " I start.  I'm so very city; and ashamed.  "I'm just not sure I trust it."  

The DNB looks at me blankly.  

"It's just that, you know, it didn't come from the store," I try to explain.  

"Wow," the DNB responds, taking an enormous bite of tomato.  "Society's really done a number on you."  

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