I am pleased to report that I removed this post because it has been accepted for publication in the upcoming issue of Relief. If you want to read the essay, I suppose you'll just have to purchase a copy when it becomes available. (Woohoo!)
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Hannah,
Now that you've begun to write I hope you'll never stop. This made my day.
Lisa
Thank you cousin.
I don't think your tomato looks "frost-kissed," more "heirloom." I bet you've doubled their value for the farmer's market, like "vintage" jeans with holes already cut in them.
Oh. My. Word. Hannah, one of the most glorious things I've read in ages. It gave me goosebumps. It sings with the harmony of truth, goodness and beauty. But, Honeychile', don't let those green tomatoes freeze. Fry 'em.
http://southernfood.about.com/od/greentomatoes/r/bl10712a.htm
I'm so glad your back, this was lovely. I wish I was a writer.
Wow, I don't think I have ever thought of my shriveled, yellow tomato plants in quite that way....love the spice thing.
OK, so the "Hidester" is actually Aunt Brenda...sorry.
WOW! May I have a signed copy of your first book? I'm ready to trun the page:)
I need to learn to check my spelling
If you put your tomatoes in a brown paper bag, they'll ripen much more nicely than if you put them on a windowsill in the sun. You can actually pick anything that has a hint of yellow or fading green.
Nice post!
Lovely writing. I'm proud of you. Love, Mom
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