Al fresco dining

Two of my best memories of the 40s:

1. Sitting on the ground in a patch of ripe tomatos with a salt shaker.

2. Sitting on the ground under a tree of sweet ripe peaches with a knife for removing bad spots.

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4meAndyou · F

There is nothing quite like the smell of tomatoes still growing on the vine. Their stems are fuzzy, and the scent when a ripe tomato is removed is incredible. I still remember my great-Aunt Vivienne taking me out to show me their vegetable garden. She picked a red ripe, massive beefsteak tomato for me, and served it to me for lunch, with a little salt. I have never tasted anything so fresh and good at any time, not ever.

RubySoo · 56-60, F

@4meAndyou my dad grew his tomatoes in his homemade greenhouse that hed build from reclaimed glass and wooden frames. It was painted pink...like the stuff you clean windows with!! Lol. The smell of that little green house full of tomatoes, cucumber and marrow will stay with me forever.

4meAndyou · F

@RubySoo Wonderful!!! Smells, and wonderful memories are so linked!

Nelladell · 80-89, F

@4meAndyou Yes. There are no runners-up.