grow your own in the summer or buy from a neighboring farmer...
its like the red "delicious" apple....omg...like cardboard...awful...tasteless...but it was bred so it would be easy to ship....easy to pack...uniform....
but its only uniform to me is its horrible taste.....
its like the red “delicious” apple....omg...like cardboard...awful...tasteless...but it was bred so it would be easy to ship....easy to pack...uniform....
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I remember getting a fresh apple off the tree in North Carolina. It was huge and tasted just as good as ice cream.
When I was a kid my parents would buy a bushel of tomatoes from a farmer. My brother and I loved it and we would sit on the front porch and eat as many as we could. A little salt. Until we got those little cranks on our lips from ingesting too much Vitamin C.
Can you ship those tomatoes you like so much to grocery stores around your state and have them end up on the shelf in eatable shape?
I’d guess not.
I’ve got a red delicious apple tree. The ones in the store are picked green. Left to tree-ripen they are incredibly ‘delicious’.
it is a fraud what they sell in grocery stores. You could make a meal out of one of my grandfather’s garden tomatoes.
“its like the red “delicious” apple....omg...like cardboard...awful...tasteless...but it was bred so it would be easy to ship....easy to pack...uniform....
but its only uniform to me is its horrible taste.”
Red delicious apples stink. So do store bought tomatoes. One of the few (emphasis on the word few) things I miss from when I lived up north in IL (I’m now in FL) is the Farmer’s Market that carried fresh locally grown produce in the summer and was a spit away from where I lived. Nothing as delicious (unlike the apples of the same name) as a home grown tomato.
When fall came, you could buy wonderful squash, my favorite being Acorn, and buy a beautiful pumpkin from their Pumpkin Patch for Halloween too. And then they would close for the season ... and then the rain, high winds, snow storms, hail, slippery icy roads, and generally frozen tundra would strike for the next 6 months, which is why I now live in Florida.
Everything in life is a trade-off, in my case good tomatoes and apples and deli meats versus 6 months of very often rotten weather. It was no contest. Although I must say around Christmas, only for a week or two, a first snowfall was a glorious thing to behold, until all that snow turned to slush and the morning commute to work on the roads was a total danger to one’s physical and psychological well-being.
Now I’ve got swaying palms, balmy breezes, and warmth all year round, with only an occasional hurricane threat to keep me on my toes. As I stated earlier, life is a series of trade-offs, and I made my trade. Good luck to you all in your own pursuit of trade-offs. But I sure do miss a good tomato (sigh).