Tempting, luscious tomato, why do you torture me? My spirit is counting the minutes ’til you cast aside your shades of green, the verdant reflections of my jealousy. I envy the vine’s hold on you, its power to keep you captive, and long for it to release you to me. For then I shall partake of your splendor, the craving for which drives my soul through the hot months of summer. Each day is an eternity without the taste of you. How I long to bathe you in luxurious oils, releasing your succulent juices and fulfilling my hunger once more….
18 Aug 2004, Posted by food in