Food Memories

An unfinished work:

Once a year, sometime close to September, I will walk into the house to find that every available surface from the kitchen to the dining room has been riddled with pallets upon pallets of ripening tomatoes. Set on top of the counter, stacked high on the kitchen table, the boxes of lipstick-red vegetables lay shrewn across the house. They wait to be put to work. They wait to become something more. Its canning season…