You know how Anthony felt about Cleopatra? How PETA feels about fuzzy bunnies? Or Don Quixote felt about Dulcinea?
That's how Ruth, my spouse and jewel of loveliness, feels about her tomatoes. She even has nicknames for them. She refers to them as her “maties.” I know this sounds like she's a few bees short of a swarm, but nevertheless Ruth's tomatoes are not just food around here. They are sacred orbs of holiness.
Pots of tomatoes are everywhere on our property. They are treated much like the cows in India: they go where they want, and they are not to be interfered with.
Yesterday at around 6:30 a.m. I staggered out of the bedroom and made my way to the truck for my daily trip to the end of our drive to pick up the paper. I was unmindful of the location of three large pots of tomatoes that were in residence very close to the driveway.
Not long before I arrived back in Chiang Mai, Thailand, where I taught in 2005 and 2006, for an extended visit, a plethora of sad things happened throughout the world. There was the cyclone in Burma (Myanmar), the earthquake in China, the tornadoes in the American Southeast, fires in...
I think some youths in Brattleboro feel a need to have some pride and dignity in being working class, and the model of that, that they are choosing, is the racist redneck. This leaves the working-class youths desperately grasping for some dignity, with no help with that from the...
• 6 ears of very fresh Vermont corn • 4 tablespoons Vermont butter • 1 teaspoon salt • 1 cup Vermont cream • Salt • Chives if you want Shuck the corn. Cut the corn from the cobs. This may seem intimidating, but it is really easy. First, cut off one end of the cob so it is flat and can be placed on the counter. Hold the cob in one hand and, using a very sharp knife, cut into...
