You say tomato. I say, you can't fool me.
If something seems too good to be true, it usually is.
And that's the case with the tomatoes on sale at my farmer's market in Annapolis.
They are nothing but hot-house (hoop-house?) tomatoes, and they taste almost worse than the ones on sale at the supermarket.
They are red. They are ripe. But they are here too early. That was the first clue. And we are all so eager for our summer tomatoes, that we bought them.
If I don't have any ripe tomatoes, why do I think my farmer friends would? Because they are farmers and I'm not?
This is a case of rushing a product to market, and I am afraid the result is going to be suspicious consumers, like me, who feel manipulated by farmers we believed we were right to support.