Somehow tomatoes make me think about important things. I just was picking tomatoes on a sunny day, and I just had one, small but very red and with no spots or anything. It was warm and, when biting into it, sweet, but almost at the same time, slightly sour. So enjoying it’s taste, I had this memory of my cousin. She used to put tomatoes in the sun, on the window sill of her small house. She would pick them just before they turned red, and let them get ready on the window. I don’t know why they coudn’t just stay on a plant. She made herself tomato salad every afternoon, with these warm fruit, the same size and, as far as I can remember it from my childhood, the same taste as the one I had when picking.

Food which brings up good memories, and gives you some small rest, a moment to look back or look forward, a moment when you stop thinking of being on time with everything and on schedule, is a good food. I am for a good food then, coz it is a much better reminder that life is good and worth living than for example a longer visit in a hospital or witnessing someone’s death or being close to your own’s. I am for good food.