My article, “In Tomato Fields“, tells the story of the ‘Jersey tomato’ in its heyday, during the years when my sisters and I were growing up surrounded by fields of them. It relates how the collective memory of those who loved it and lamented its loss is helping to bring back some flavour to a much-abused staple of our tables.
Fresh tomatoes, ripened in the sun, are a reason to live. But green tomatoes, and I mean really green, without any pink at all, are another blessing bestowed by this wonderful plant when sliced and fried in some cornmeal, served with fried chicken or just on their own. They are a treat that always, always, brings me back to my childhood and my mother’s cooking, with her cast-iron skillet.