Saturday, October 16, 2010
Why we don't grow tomatoes
Each year this delightful circumstance always reminds us of our two summers in Gold Beach, Oregon, where the Rogue River meets the Pacific Ocean. That area is famous for its chinook salmon fishing. We camped in an RV park up on the Rogue that was mostly populated by addicted salmon fishermen. You know an addicted fisherman when you see one because they have invested umpteen tens of thousands of dollars in gear to catch fish that usually sell for about $8 a pound. They spend entire days and days and days waiting for those big fish to decide to bite their lure. Well, by and by, most of the addicted fishermen catch giant salmon. These salmon are usually so big they don't even fit a 150 quart cooler. So, the moral of the story is that these fisherman gave us umpteen pounds of fresh salmon to eat. When those same fishermen returned the following weekend, they would usually heap smoked and canned salmon on us, too.
We ate so much salmon those summers that I can hardly stomach the stuff even this many years later. I had a lifetime "fill" of salmon and it wn't bother me if I don't ever taste the stuff again.
It's not quite that bad with local tomatoes but it's close. I mean who many fresh tomatoes can you eat anyway? We try to east as many as we can but we often have to give away the tomatoes that have been given to us. It's kind of like a hot potato game only with tomatoes instead.
Meanwhile, down at yonder Farmers Market, Showmaker's STILL doesn't have any new crop pinto beans in stock. There's only two weeks left for them to show up. The photo shows a bag of the 2009 crop beans from Gooding, Idaho. We're gettin' real antsy for some fresh new crop pintos. Come ON, Pedro!
Posted by John Parsons at 10:57 AM