by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
For nearly 30 years I was ignorant. I thought all tomatoes tasted like that.
We had always raised our own tomatoes and I was just naive enough to think the whole world ate the Beefsteak tomato. I’m talking about the big, juicy Midwest monster that lops over the edge of even a massive burger, whose wedges form the center of a summer