I long to return to the fruits of my youth. And not poetically; I yearn to savour the quality of produce that was available then, when a tomato was deep red and fleshy all the way through and sweet as an apple. I have not had one like that in years – even from friend’s gardens. It seems like only seeds for the woody hybrid varieties that are engineered for transport are commonly available these days. I turned to cherry tomatoes for the sweetness, but they simply do not provide the same satisfaction as a nice slab of beefsteak tomato.
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