No Stupid Questions

My grandmother died last year at the age of 103. I'm 41. I can remember being a kid, before she became too old to maintain the house she raised 4 kids in. It was a BIG house. It had a HUGE backyard, that as a kid I didn't have any appriciation for how massive that place was. Now, today, I remember the 80s, and think "wait......was my grandpa rich before he died?" I was 5 when he died, but he picked out the house in the 1960s, that she then lived alone in after he died. All her children were adults with their own children by then.

The end result is, she said to my grandpa "I don't care what you do inside the house. I don't care how you decorate. I don't care what furniture you buy. I just want a comfortable bed, and that backyard is MINE." My grandpa, who HATED maintaining the outdoors, readily agreed to this. It meant she would do the yardwork that men of the time were mostly expected to do. While he got the house to himself (mostly). She used the backyard to grow a garden. A big garden. Lived in the city, but you'd swear this was a farmland with no animals.

Everytime I'd go over to her house as a kid, I'd run to the garden and pick off beans. These long pod style green beans. And these other green beans which were more narrow.

I'd eat them right where they were growing. And every time my dad would be like "HEY!!! THAT'S NOT YOUR GARDEN!!! YOU CAN'T JUST EAT THINGS FROM THE GARDEN!!! I'M YOUR DAD!!! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME!!!"

And every time, my Grandma, who was not a yeller, and not an angry person would yell back at my dad "HEY! THAT IS MY GARDEN!!! AND I SAY HE CAN EAT AS MUCH HEALTHY FRUITS AND VEGITABLES AS HE WANTS!!! I'M YOUR MOM!!! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME!!!"

It was more in a mocking him sense, for being so angry over something so stupid. Oh no, a growing boy wants to eat healthy vegitables! What a tragedy! His logic being that I have to ask permission before eating other peoples food. Which in most contexts makes sense.

Until you realize, my grandma was like 120lbs, and she was growing like 60lbs of food in her garden. She wasn't shy of saying that every neighborhood kid (which was a lot of kids) and all her grandkids, and her own adult kids were free to eat as much as they wanted, take as much as they wanted home. She enjoyed growing the food, but harvesting it was a chore. Plus, it was meant for all of us anyways, so if we grabed it straight from the vine, that was just free harvesting labor that she didn't have to do, with the food going to the same place anyways.

When you ate food off her vine, you knew you were at grams house. Most people miss their childhood because they miss a tv show, or a friend group they had, or the freedom of not having bills and responsibility. I miss that garden, and helping my grandma harvest. I was 5 years old, running around, picking beans, and listening to grandma tell her stories of how she met my grandpa, and what life in the 60s was like. Which for the time would be like me today explaining what 2004 was like. The 60s seems like such a culturally distant time ago, but at the time she was talking about this, it was just 20 years prior. I'm getting nostolgic for the 80s, and the 60s, a decade I wasn't even alive for, because I can vividly remember her telling me what life was like during the civil rights movements of the late 60s. She talked about what my dad was like when he was a kid. She wasn't afraid to take the piss out of my dad by embarassing him to his son. All while we picked beans, and strawberries, and berries, and her favorite tomatoes.

She LOVED tomatoes. Loved loved loved them. She used to say "I know everyones welcome to my garden, but I might have to start growing more tomatoes, or placing restrictions on them. I don't know WHAT I'd do if everybody wanted my tomatoes! I can't get enough of them!"

Which was her polite way of basically doing the whole garden of eden thing, except instead of an apple, she was saying "don't fucking touch my tomatoes!!!" Which nobody did. Also, nobody was naked.

Then in the mid 90s, she eventually had to admit she could no longer upkeep a 6 bedroom house, and a yard that was meant for kids to play in, when she had no kids. By then I was a teenager, and while I could have played in the sense of sports, my days of egg hunting on easter, and running around in capes, and jumping on trees was behind me. My aunt always said "You know, she held off on selling that house, so you could grow up first. It wouldn't be fair that all her grandkids EXCEPT you got to enjoy the garden, and that yard (I'm the youngest). Then as time went on, eventually she began complaining about tomatoes around the year 2010. She'd say "Is it too late to go get my garden back? These things are tasteless, and not at all juicy. What am I supposed to do with a dry flavorless red bulb? Can it even be called a tomato??? I'm just going to call it worthless."

I guess I took a while to get to the point of the point of the tomato in this story, but I'm never going to appologize for rambling on and on about my hero in life. I'll ramble on and on about her to people who never met her, when I'M 90 years old. I'll seem crazy, and it'll just seem like old man rambling crazy talk about tomatoes, and pickling jars, and tree forts, and easter egg hunts with 1000 easter eggs for a group of 20 kids.

I'll seem crazy, but oh well. That's fine. I miss her, and I miss that time. That's the biggest part I miss about my childhood. Seeing her happy with a tomato in her hand, and a big straw hat on sunny days, yelling at my dad to calm the fuck down. Nicest woman in the world. Loved you with all her heart. She'd help you with her last dollar if you were in need. But she wouldn't take shit. When my dad tried to bully control of the conversation, she took him down a peg everytime. And because everyone, him included, respected her, she could do it at any time. The strongest person in the room doesn't need to yell. They can control an entire room with a whisper. Make you shut up, just so you can hear them by quieting the room, and making you follow their lead. Yelling just proves you have no control of any situation. Gram taught me that everytime my dad would yell, and she would calm him down to a whisper without so much as raising her tone. THAT'S what being a strong person is. Being kind by nature, but tough by force.

Long shelf life and/or physical durability. Alton Brown made this point in an episode of Good Eats by clamping a supermarket tomato in a bench vise.

Ah that would certainly explain it.

My working theory had been that maybe they were being selected for size à la strawberries, which have grown almost comically huge in recent years. But it's as though nature can only provide a set amount of flavour per fruit, and by growing it larger, it only gets diluted over a greater volume? But I haven't been able to determine whether fast food tomatoes are behemoths since they are already cut up.

only 12%

hurk...

That's fair. I meant cost as in cost to me, the consumer, which is the price, but I think what you've said here is a valuable thing to consider when wondering why it's so expensive and yet shit now.

Yeah. But their fries go hard. Lmao.