I recently purchased a cluster of vine ripened tomatoes. I made a caprese salad that night. Yesterday I noticed a bad spot on one. I threw it in the trash. Later I thought how I probably could have cut out the bruise and still used the tomato.
Today I noticed another spoiled tomato. This one could not be salvaged. I made another caprese with the rest of the tomatoes.
Of course, this discovery of rotten tomatoes only made me think of our human frailties.
Some of us are picked before our time. We’re ripped from the vine and taken from the sun. We’re left to come to fruition all on our own.
Some of us lay rotting on the vine, wondering if our time will ever come.
Some get tossed because of a rotten spot…no second chances to pare away the undesirable and see what can be utilized.
Cooking tomatoes tones down the bitterness and brings out their warmth. The same thing happens when we love people.
Both tomatoes and people are delicate. Handle with care. When time is taken and conditions are ideal, they ripen to perfection and burst with color and flavor.
Sometimes it’s all in the cultivation. What kind of a gardener are you?