full circle in the hundred acre wood

Come into my comfortable study, little darlings, and I will pour you a nice cup of tea. There’s a plate of wild blueberry scones and ripe figs on the table. Help yourself, please.

Now then, lie back on the couch and tell me the very first 4-8 words, phrases, entire paragraphs or memories that come to your mind when you hear the word “tomato.”

Let the games begin.

0 thoughts on “Word Association: Part One of Two

  1. ElizabethE says:

    my Italian nonni
    my cravings for tomato/mayo/crusty bread sandwiches during two pregnancies
    a line in one of my boys’ books about tomatoes and a planet named Janet
    warm, sun-burst and the smell of the fuzzy vine


  2. Beth says:

    Oooh — these are great. Thanks!
    Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry


  3. fred1st says:

    * “Tomato Butt” from a Garrison Keillor story
    * eating a tomato whole on the curb, age 5, thot myself very brave
    * Squeezo-ing a lot the summmer I grew 52 tom. plants, wife threatened to leave me if I ever did that again.
    * Tomato Horn Worms and braconid wasps. It’s a biologist thing.
    * seeing tomato seeds on the side of the plate, thinking this is what baby humans look like (age 4-5) having heard the Adam and Eve story talk about Adam’s seed w which he made Eve great with child


  4. Heavy, gravid, luscious, red, skin tension, dripping, aroma of high summer . . .


  5. Shaddy says:

    I miss my Dad’s garden which always had lots of tomato plants. I was always welcome to take a sackful home.
    BLTs, one of my favorite summer sandwiches.
    Sliced tomatoes with salt and pepper sprinkled on top.
    Until I can get my hands on a few tomatoes, I must say, I enjoyed the scones and figs.


  6. Sherry says:

    Ditto Fred on “Tomato butt.” May have to add roasted tomato soup to the list.
    When I was a teenager, we stayed at the Kansas farm where my mother was raised. It was just the girls–my mother & me, Aunt Peg & her daughter Nancy, gathered to sort through the farmhouse after Grandpa moved into town.
    The first thing my mother & aunt did was search the local paper, and locate someone selling homegrown tomatoes. They fetched a big bucket full, then sat at the kitchen table and ate those tomatoes like candy. Nancy & I rolled our eyes…..but I get it now.


  7. susan says:

    Tomato cheese sandwich lunches, warm tomatoes right from the garden
    Lovely cat/boyfriend, Arlo, chasing after rotten tomatoes I threw (out of said garden) down the hill.
    rich smell of the plants, green fingers, and hornworms
    Demon squirrels – one sassing me from a tree, whole tomato in his mouth.


  8. What a fun idea!
    All R-words: ripe, red, round, rich,
    Everything is better with tomato!
    And my last word is failure. Why can I not successfully grow tomatoes? Good soil, compost, water, sun, fenced from the deer. My neighbors grow them in excess. My beginning-gardener friends have plants bearing more than they can manage. Nice to have friends who can grow tomatoes…


  9. Demon squirrels–great description. It’s only true.


  10. Kim Andersen says:

    a red I don’t like (too orangey)
    a plant I can’t grow (too particular about the weather)
    a vegetable (or fruit) I depend on daily as an essential ingredient
    a love/hate relationship? maybe 😉


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