The United States of Tomatoes
Maybe we could all just agree to agree about one thing. In our divisive, polarized, obstructionist, toxic political climate could we all just get together behind homegrown tomatoes? I know you know deep in your core that there is nothing finer than a homegrown tomato.
An opportunity to savor the freshness and tangy juiciness, not to mention the glorious color, is just too good to waste with bombastic rhetoric, mud-slinging, or filibusters. Nobody would hurl that gorgeous fruit at an opponent across the aisle if they could eat those lovely slices instead. Let's pass the globes gently with open hands.
We don't need to agree if the tomato is a vegetable or a fruit*. The debate would keep us from the moment of bliss. We don't need to agree about bacon for a BLT. How we each enjoy the homegrown tomato in the privacy of our own home is okay. I'm just hoping for one simple point of agreement across the extremes. From that one tiny intersection, maybe a new spirit of compromise and constructive collaboration might spark.
Maybe we could blur the lines a bit between the divisions in our country so that we could move on to cooperative efforts like pasta sauce and tomato/basil bisque. We could be less shrill and more savory. And when we sit down together for a meal we might be able to agree to be grateful and polite, and then enjoy.
*So, the answer to the question is that a tomato is technically the fruit of the tomato plant, but it's used as a vegetable in cooking.
© 2012 Nancy L. Ruder