Am I excited about some vagabond tomatoes? YES.
Are they really vagabonds?
Well…you tell me.
When I bought them, I saw that they were greenhouse grown, in Mexico.
It’s just a small part of my brain, which reads in English and French, and even quite a bit in Spanish, wonders why I didn’t catch on to how odd it was that there were no Spanish words on the container.
You see, it’s somewhat a curse, because when one reads words, one doesn’t much think about which language.
I’m known to begin reading instructions in French or Spanish, only to hit a word I don’t know, and stop to sound it out like a six-year old before I catch myself, “Hey, maybe this would be easier to understand IN ENGLISH.”
While I waited for the girls to unload the dishwasher, I saw that the company presented a Kingsville, Ontario address. I peeled back the film on the top of the container, only to discover more French.
They’re delicious. I mean, moaning foodie here, Oh my God, delicious! The dark red ones are just incredible!
I presume Mexicans grow the tomatoes and then the Canadian company handles the packaging, distributing, etc.
Are the tomatoes outsourced, then?
Does the revenue go back to Canada?
Why do my tomatoes have a political agenda?
Are there American companies growing greenhouse tomatoes in Mexico?
Can the southwest United States not be bothered to grow tomatoes for Northerners?
Where are all the hydroponic tomatoes?
They must seem Anglo or no one will buy them?
Why must my Mexican tomatoes pretend to be anything but what they are?
I doubt they’re pretentious when no one’s looking.
Poor gypsy tomatoes, your Joey loves you.
And she wants a greenhouse.