During a little party we had last night with a mixture of family and friends from Phillip's work, my Mamaw sat down with two plates in front of her- one orange, one blue- both with a small but bright red tomato sitting on each plate. One had a napkin around it like a dress, and little embellishments around it to bling it up a little. The other, sat solitary and confident in it's simplicity and strength of character. Mamaw sized each one up, asked for a knife, cut them into pieces and proceeded to pinch the pieces to check for ripeness and sponginess. Next, she slowly chewed a piece of each, taking her time and ignoring our offers of palate cleansers like water or smelling coffee beans to make it a truly fair comparison.
Finally, she put the slow agonizing wait to an end and announced, "I think this one would taste best with mayonaise."
In the end, Mamaw picked Phil Roger's tomato over our Uncle Moe's tomato in a serious family competition that has sprung up between the two brother -in-laws who grow their own garden vegetables. Thus began the Memorial Day celebrations at our house last night, and though they ended surprisingly early (around 10) we did have a ball and are always proud of those family traditions we get to witness on certain occasions.
Maybe a little platinum chain on the 'mater wouldn't hurt next year. A little bling makes all the difference to my Mamaw...or was it really the flavor?
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