Yesterday, I went to a farmers’ market and purchased my first Jersey tomatoes of the summer. Growing up with a Sicilian mom, the first thing one does with a Jersey tomato is make a tomato, egg, and onion lunch. I write of this recipe in my book about growing up Italian in New Jersey when going to the store meant at least five different stops, not to just the huge supermarket of today.
A Jersey tomato was the impetus for my writing my heritage book. I don’t make the dish often….usually, just once or twice a summer. As I stand at the stove, I can feel my mother’s hands making that dish. And now I make it for my own daughter, hoping one day my hands will touch her in spirit.
Food is a powerful thing, especially in Italian families. We remember the foods our mother made. If we are lucky, she is still making them. Some of us now make them ourselves….they taste almost the same, but never quite as good. Memories are always more delicious somehow.
Growing a garden is hard work….it takes nurturing and time and diligence to reap a delcious harvest…..growing a family is much the same. Jersey tomatoes bring back gardens and families for me………
Here is my Italian book…..filled with many more stories and memories….All will laugh and enjoy the stories…….and if you happen to be a Jersey girl or guy…..you will ♥ it.