adorshki
Reverential Member
San Jose had 5 tomato canneries operating 24/7 for about 3 weeks every August. Bolstered by the aroma of the ripening garlic fields carried on the morning breeze from twenty miles south, the whole valley'd smell like an Italian kitchen, I'm not kidding.That just triggered a scent memory: We used to have a lot of commercial tomato growers in the area, growing for Campbell's Soup. I'd be on my motorcycle on some back road in the middle of our South Jersey farms, and the unmistakable smell of tomatoes would permeate the air. Then you'd run across the tomato slick caused by all the tomatoes falling off the truck on the way to the plant. That stuff was slippery.