Spencer grows tomatoes in a big plastic tub in his yard, nothing fancy. He says he got some seeds a couple years ago from Hayground Farms at the Sunday Hollywood Farmer’s Market and they have been growing with little effort and high yields ever since.
He brought these in to share, but I scooped them up and ate each one of them myself. They were placed before me, so perfect and cheerful, and I was overcome. Their bright flavor bursted in my mouth without any adornments, no salt, no pepper, no oil.
It is curious how regret for my selfish hoarding still escapes me.
It is curious how regret for my selfish hoarding still escapes me.
