I didn't know what I knew until I someone told me what I already knew I knew. I was sitting, during "pre-shift" (where all the servers gather to be lectured by the chef about what is on the menu) at Parcel 104 with the same amount of anxiety that I had always had when waiting for the lunch shift to begin. I was concerned about who would be in my section, whether my glasses were polished, and how shiny the silverware was. When the chef came out with a little pile of the weirdest, yet still most familiar little fruit I had ever seen. She went on a diatribe about the heirloom tomato salad that was on the menu for lunch and we tasted several of them. A lot of the other servers were surprised at how tomato-y they tasted. She continued to name them with a bunch of names that I barely remember...yellow taxicabs...screaming mimis or whatever...(gardeners are very creative when it comes to the names of things.) The thing that I remembered most was that they tasted like the same tomatoes I had grown up with in South Carolina, the kind my dad grew in the backyard. They tasted like tomatoes. Somewhere along the way, I had forgotten that. I had, somewhere along the way, like a lot of people, decided that tomatoes should have no taste and merely be filler on my burger or a little bit of color in my salad. I have since come to my senses and realized that tomatoes should have flavor. The craze for heirloom everything is not new and that is a good thing. People have been hunting for them at farmer's markets for quite some time. I am here to say that they are relatively simple to grow at home with a little effort and planning. I am saying take some time right now to start a compost pile. Get your hands on a few seeds from that same Home Depot and get ready for the warm weather that will surely return. The perfect tomato starts NOW!

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