Sunday, August 17, 2008
fried green tomatoes
Have you ever read Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe or seen the movie with the lovely Marie-Louise Parker? I had a period of obsession with first the book, then the movie. I cried when you knew that train was headed for Buddy in the book, and I CRIED when Buddy became Chris O'Donnell in the movie version and you still knew the train was imminent. But, the details of the story that really stuck with me were those pertaining to the food and food culture of the south. The cafe, was of course, almost a character in and of itself, and I was fascinated by the comings and goings, the barbeque out back, and especially by the fried green tomatoes.
I don't think I'd ever had fried green tomatoes until just this July. P and I fried up some firm, celadon-colored tomatoes that we picked up at our local farmers market following a morning run, and while drinking fresh-squeezed lemonade. They were every bit as delicious as I'd hoped, and inspired nostalgia for another time; not only for the days of Idgie and Ruth, but also those of a young me curled around a book and crying for imaginary people whom I loved.