A Tomato Sort of Day

Sometimes, I am a tomato fan. But most times, I add them to my salads and then spend the greater part of my meal dutifully eating around them. So that when I am done, I am left with a bowl full of forlorn grape tomatoes. Mostly, I like the idea of tomatoes. And I do eat them...when they are extremely fresh, and smell of that unexplicable tomato smell that makes your hands sort of stink in a tomato-y kind of way. But since that smell only occurs with tomatoes grown in your background or ones purchased from the farmer's market, I rarely eat a raw tomato when it's not tomato time. But these cherry tomatoes grabbed my attention at Fairway. They looked cheerful and happy and like that might actually taste nice. So today, I added them to my tuna pasta salad. And I did not manouever around them while eating. I actually ate all of the tomatoes in my bowl. Surprisingly, they tasted as nice as they looked. Which was a bonus.

I was riding my bike home from watching the afternoon matinee (that was not a matinee price, sadly) of The Namesake, at BAM and I saw this great ivy-covered house on the corner of Fulton and Cumberland Streets. It looks like it ought to be in England, right? Well, its not. Because right around the corner from this mini piece of dreamy looking ivy league is the requisite series of Brooklyn housing projects. I think that is what makes Brooklyn Brooklyn. It's like, we've got ivy league AND urban. I don't think that Oxford can compare.