Tomatoes can fuck right off!
When I was growing up, this time of year meant two things.
First, my dad would make head cheese (from an actual pig’s head) and we’d get a bushel of tomatoes and he would make chili sauce.
We also would slice up these wonderful tomatoes and make sandwiches. There are two types of people: those that put vinegar on their tomato sandwiches with salt and pepper, and those that put mayonnaise on them—the latter are also called wrong.
Anyway, my drugstore forgot to send a prescription, so I made my way up there yesterday. The drugstore is part of Save-On-Foods. While I was there, I had a great idea: pick up a couple of end-of-August ripe tomatoes and see if they had any head cheese at the deli.
Success on both counts!
However, today at lunch I made myself a tomato sandwich. I probably should’ve used the paper bags the tomatoes were in. Big ripe (looking) tomatoes but with absolutely no flavor. WTF!!!
Luckily, the head cheese I bought was not bad—I’ll give them that.But these fucking tomatoes. No taste. No flavor. God knows where they’re from.
Sad state of affairs we’ve created with our food.