For me, tomatoes were a big staple of my childhood. I used to run out to my great aunt Aggie’s plants and pick the biggest, ripest ones. They would still be warm from the sun as I watched her cut them into thick slices and sandwich them in toasted English muffins with cheddar cheese. It was a vivid memory of taste from my childhood. Aggie grew Beefsteak style tomatoes. Never had one that tastes quite the same as those. Maybe I just miss my aunt Aggie…
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