The best tomatoes in the world
One form of happines is experiencing the tastes of your childhood. Every year, at the end of August I get to taste the best tomatoes in the world, grown with love by my parents in their garden. I am not a vegetarian, but I enjoy eating fruit or vegetables more than any kind of meat.
These tomatoes are special to me, not only because they have an incredible taste, but because they have a story that reminds me of my childhood summer holidays. I remember being 12 or 13 and reading all the books I could lay my eyes on, staying late in the night and falling asleep during a chapter, only to wake up the next morning eager to find out what the story protagonists were up to. And I stayed in bed and kept reading until hunger reeled me back to the real world.
Then I went into the garden and and picked a couple of tomatoes (they are quite large), took a slice of bread and some cheese from the fridge and that was my breakfast. The mixture of flavors, the cold cheese combined with the warmth of the tomatoes which have been bathing in the morning sun, that was heaven, a simple and tasty breakfast that allowed me to get back in the fantasy world of my books.
Yesterday morning, while the rest of the family was still sleeping, I woke up and went reading in my parents's garden under the shade of a big walnut tree. After finishing a couple of chapters, I followed my childhood routine and picked some tomatoes from the garden, knowing the sweet taste will still be godly as I remember. And it was indeed, the taste of my childhood.