Congrats to Alex M. and Paige S.! They’re the winners of my Shiny New Giveaway. Thanks to everyone who entered. It was super fun reading all of your sweet summer plans.
Congrats to my building! The scaffolding that had been covering the front for the past six months was taken down. Which I thought meant that the construction work would finally be over. They were repointing the bricks on the building’s exterior. I’ve learned that this process involves incessant hammering, drilling, banging, clanging, and random smashing every single weekday. It also requires construction workers to suspend themselves right in front of every single window of my apartment. You know, just to make sure I’m hearing all of that noise. And to make showering extra challenging. My little bathroom window has a screen that I never needed to cover. People aren’t usually climbing the walls Spidey style back there. Ah, the many uses of aluminum foil.
So the scaffolding came down on Friday and I was stoked to be woken up by my alarm clock instead of the Construction Worker Coffee Klatch. They had gotten into the habit of gathering in the little courtyard in back of the building at 7:30 and just, like, yelling. For no reason. The only time I want to be awake at 7:30 in the morning is if I’m about to drop some science knowledge on some sleepy students. Facing the back used to be a good thing. It made my place so quiet. I cannot wait to have the quiet back. Supposedly, they have three more weeks…
But that’s not even what I’m most heated about. The thing that’s really pissing me off? Is the sorry state of supermarket tomatoes.
Have you noticed that supermarket tomatoes have no taste anymore? Even the ones from organic/specialty/gourmet places? Last summer is when I started noticing that even the vine tomatoes didn’t have their usual flavor. The tomato industry is in crisis. Most supermarket tomatoes are now grown in Florida. Tomatoes have no business being grown in Florida. The soil doesn’t contain sufficient nutrients to give tomatoes the taste we know and love. And get this – these tomatoes are picked when they’re green. Green. Then they’re exposed to ethylene, a gas that turns them a perfect shade of red. That’s why most supermarket tomatoes look so pretty, but taste like styrofoam.
They are not real tomatoes. They are impostor tomatoes.
As a vegetarian, I rely heavily on tomatoes in the summer. Mainly for salads and pasta. I love making pasta with chopped tomatoes, fresh basil and garlic, and shredded Pecorino Romano. Such a simple, delicious dish. But I haven’t been able to find decent tomatoes. There’s a local farmer’s market I need to visit. And a friendly neighbor on Twitter told me that Trader Joe’s has good ones. So I’ll investigate. I refuse to give up.
Well. Thanks for putting up with my rant. I tend to get heated when it’s hot out. Obvs. I will now go enjoy this watermelon/raspberry/strawberry medley I made to counteract the effects of one less red summer food in my life. We need to work with what we have, right?