By Tom Hester Jr., Associated Press Writer
Farmers Worry Proposal to Cut Agriculture Department Could Take Garden Out of Garden State
This makes absolutely no sense at all. It apears that Gov. Jon Corzine is proposing to make New Jersey the third state without a Department of Agriculture as he looks to slash spending amid chronic state budget problems.
New Jersey needs its farmers. SPRAWL cannot win here. This is a HUGE slap in the face.
If I were still living in Jersey, this would be my next cause. I would be heading down to the legislative building right now. I still go back to Jersey in August to get my "Jersey Tomatoes"
(Did you know that the farmers in NJ wanted the state vegetable to be the The Jersey Tomato? the state vegetable.......wait a minute is a tomatoe a fruit, or is the tomato a vegetable?)
"Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit; wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad."
Well, all I know is that during my time living in NJ, I lived for the farmer's stands ALL OVER THE GARDEN state during the summer. Oh that Jersey soil!
Knowledge is also knowing when to leave things be. I really can't imagine the old farmers in the state letting this happen.
I should round up some of the college students here in Connecticut to show these Joisey kids how to fight sprawl. Check out this fabulous opinion from yesterday's Hartford Courant on Seeing Sprawl from a Students' Perspective
Two students expressed profoundly skeptical thoughts on the topic. One said "sprawl is the perpetuation of segregation due to the systemic misuse of institutions promoting whiteness" and another added "through sprawl misery and success co-exist, one feeding off the other." The utopian suburb, she continued, does not exist: "it did not exist in 1950 and it still does not exist."
In Search of the Jersey Tomato (great little story)
HE STORY OF THE JERSEY TOMATO begins, not on an idyllic farm, but at the old Salem County Courthouse. On September 26th, 1820, just after noon, Robert Gibbon Johnson mounted the stairs of the courthouse carrying a basket of ripe, red tomatoes. A crowd began to gather. Johnson was going to eat a tomato! Doctor James Van Meter stood at his side as Johnson, one of the county’s wealthiest and most respected citizens, addressed the onlookers. Holding up one of the tomatoes, which were widely believed to be poisonous, he announced, “The time will come when this luscious scarlet tomato, rich in nutrition, a delight to the eye, a joy to the palate whether fried, baked, broiled or even eaten raw, will form the foundation of a great garden industry.” Then he bit into the tomato, and kept on eating until the basket was empty. From that moment on, The Jersey Tomato wasn’t just a booming New Jersey industry, but a round, red icon of summer.
It’s the perfect creation story for a food that defines the New Jersey summer as definitively as the cheesesteak defines Philadelphia, except for this: Robert Johnson’s often-recounted tomato-tasting is probably nothing but a myth. But then, maybe that’s fitting, because the ideal of The Jersey Tomato is also pure myth.
MAKE A MYTH A REALITY
(not the genetically modified reality though)