Today I stopped by an unfamiliar market near the train station because the usual one was closed for inventory. The air inside was cooler than I expected, almost sharp, with the faint metallic scent of refrigeration mixing with something sweeter—overripe bananas stacked near the entrance. I wasn't planning to buy much, just a few vegetables for the weekend, but the produce section looked different from what I'm used to. The tomatoes were smaller, almost grape-sized, and their skin had a dusty bloom that caught the light in a way that made them look hand-painted.

I picked up a few and brought them home without much thought. When I sliced one open for a quick salad, the inside was a darker red than I expected, almost burgundy, and the seeds were surrounded by a thick, jelly-like coating. The smell hit me before I tasted anything—grassy, faintly metallic, with a hint of something fermented, like wine that hadn't quite turned. It reminded me of the tomatoes my grandmother used to grow in clay pots on her balcony. She never watered them on a schedule; she just checked the soil with her fingers every morning. I remember the way she'd hold a tomato up to the light, turning it slowly, looking for the exact moment it was ready.

I made a simple dressing with olive oil, a pinch of salt, and a few drops of vinegar I'd been saving from a restaurant gift set. The tomatoes didn't need much. The first bite was almost shocking—intensely sweet, but with a sharp acidity that made my mouth water immediately. The texture was firm but not crunchy, and the aftertaste lingered longer than I expected, a kind of earthy bitterness that wasn't unpleasant, just unfamiliar. I kept eating slowly, trying to figure out what made them so different from the ones I usually buy.

Halfway through the salad, I realized I'd been eating in silence for nearly ten minutes. The taste demanded attention in a way that felt almost meditative. I thought about how easily I forget that food can do that—make you stop and pay attention, not because it's complicated or expensive, but because it's just itself, fully realized. I'm not sure I'll find those tomatoes again, but I'm glad I took the risk on something unfamiliar.

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