In Hungarian we have a term for the summer doldrums: uborkaszezon. Cucumber season. Its the time of the year that the newspapers have so little to report that they fill up their pages with feature stories on the cucumbers ripening, or the glut of zucchinis in the market, or the multimillion Euro political manipulation of the watermelon market within a one party system (this is Hungary, after all...) But there is one thing we in East Europe (or more accurately, the Eastern East Central North Balkans) have that makes summer here so enjoyable is the quality of tomatoes. Yes, the humble red emigrant from North America that comes into season around this time of year (fuck you, cucumbers!) tomatoes make summer in Hungary 600% better than summer in the United States. Because we have tomatoes. Real tomatoes.
|Kalenic Piaca, Belgrade, Serbia.|
|Central Market, Zagreb, Croatia|
|Romania: where vegetables are still made of vegetable matter.|
|The tomatoes of the village in Moldova where my Grandfather was born.|
|My olive oil is better than yours.|