As I sliced a tomato for my sandwich this noon, I had a flash back to my days at home when we had a garden and this was the time of the year for our home grown tomatoes. Quite often I was assigned the task to slice tomatoes for the table. A plate of sliced tomatoes rounded out the usual staples on the table–bread, butter, salt and pepper.
Mom and I canned quarts and quarts of tomatoes in tomato season each year, but we never got too much of the fresh, sliced tomatoes that accompanied our meals.
As I ate my sandwich and tomato juice dripped on my hand, I remembered my grandfather saying, “Another name for tomatoes is Seeds and Water.” I understand why.
I only plant several tomato plants and haven’t had a surplus of tomatoes for many years. Not canning any more. No usual plate of sliced tomatoes accompanying the food on the table for dinner and supper. I hadn’t even thought about that for a long time now. That was good eating.
The sandwich was delicious, made more so by the memory of our summers with sliced tomatoes years ago that accompanied it.