A Tomato Is A Vegetable

Recently, I heard someone claim ketchup is really only tomato jam.

If you think that sounds reasonable, then maybe you’d like to chow down on a peanut butter and tomato jam sandwich.

Personally, I’d rather have strawberry, grape, tangerine, any jam other than “tomato jam”.

You see, this whole insane debate started with some unnamed botanist claiming that the “fruit of the vine tomato” is a fruit. That’s an awkward semantic.

Semantically, any product of anything else is a fruit. The fruits of a window wash are clean windows. The fruits of putting a monkey in a room with a word processor are a million ‘blogs. And, yes indeed, the fruits of planting a broccoli seed are broccolis. Or is it broccolae?

By whichever slant you take that definition, the most dedicated vegetable could be considered a fruit.

It might be good to remind ourselves that the definition of a vegetable is: a plant grown for the purpose of cultivating some edible part of the plant.

That’s another extremely loose definition. By at least one of the definitions of fruits and/or vegetables, all fruits are vegetables, and all vegetables are fruit.

Loose definitions are confusing.

Here’s another way to look at fruits and vegetables that is much less confusing: define it how you use it. Utilitarian semantics are probably the way most of us define fruits and vegetables anyway. We say, “Yes I would like an onion on my hamburger. Put it right next to the tomato.” Like things go together. It’s a utilitarian view.

Or perhaps you’re mixing up a batch of home-grown and home-made salsa. The basic recipe is going to include tomato, onion, and jalapeño, in measured amounts. These three items go together in a beautiful blend of utilitarianism. We use vegetables with vegetables.

Most people aren’t going to say, “By golly, wouldn’t it be great to have some salsa flavored Jello?” Likewise, not many people are kooky enough to say, “Let’s make jam out of this cabbage.” Why? Because we want the vegetables to not be sweetened unnecessarily, or the fruits to be all salty or spicy. It’s all in how we use them and how we want them served.

There are places a tomato should not go. A chopped-up tomato should never, ever be at the bottom of yogurt, waiting to be stirred in. Tomato slices should not be found on top of a birthday cake. Tomato on a potato? Sure. But tomato on top of a pancake with whipped cream? No way.

Not that the Campbell Soup Company is the last and final authority, but they’ve been doing things right for long enough to have amassed the experience points. Take their V8 blend for one example. Yes, there are tomatoes in the V8, along with 7 other vegetables, hence the V in the name. Or for one more fine example, in Campbell Tomato Soup, there are no fruit ingredients, no pear puree or apple juice, only tomato and tomato products.

So let’s all continue to agree and call for fruits when we want to eat a fruit, and call them vegetables when we want to eat vegetables.

Headphones

Headphones were invented in 1910 by a man named Nathaniel Baldwin. The reason he invented them was because he couldn’t hear the talks in a General Conference of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

Like any inventor, he made a number of varieties before he started to develop a durable, working product. His earliest prototypes, which he sent off to a wide selection of potential buyers, were quite obviously home-made. Some of the people who didn’t buy his product were those who couldn’t look past the low quality of the originals.

His first most steady buyer didn’t need to see quality, they were more interested in what they could do with Nathaniel Baldwin’s invention. He sold his invention to the U.S. Navy with exceptional reviews. However, they wanted more than he could produce right away. He had to build a factory to make more headphones. That factory is still standing—a building known as the Baldwin Radio Factory—which is still utilized and maintained well in Millcreek, Utah.

Baldwin hired people and started producing massive amounts of headphones for the military and anyone else who would buy them. These durable headphones sold for 12$ back then, about 175$ in today’s money. Because of the high price and the high demand, it wasn’t long before Nathaniel Baldwin was a millionaire. Sadly, he was not as talented at managing money as he was at inventing. He eventually lost his fortune.

Users of his product gave high praise, and they gave his headphones a nickname. Because the headphones were called Baldwins, people called them “Baldies”.

The technology has been around for over 100 years, and the amazing invention of headphones has gone through uncountable mutations. Any good evolution needs mutations. The humble headphone set has definitely changed every which way imaginable.

I’m personally in debt to Nathaniel Baldwin for the invention of headphones. Without them, I would have gone insane through math classes, English classes, long flights, and many other times when music was needed. Of course, headphones are good for more than music. There are people these days who don’t know how to answer a call without a headphone in at least one of their ears.

If you’re one of those people, thank Nathaniel Baldwin.

Mysteries of Suburban Life

Photo by Wouter De Praetere

No matter when or where you have lived in the suburbs, if you have lived in the suburbs, you will have experienced the strange happenings, seen the odd houses, or been concerned about some of the other people who live there.

Listed are the top ten mysteries of suburban life:

  1. Are those people next door raising raccoons?
  2. Why are there so many different cars at that house, but almost never any sign of humans?
  3. Are the people who live in this house as wild as their front yard? Why do these people have the same unruly acreage as me?
  4. When will the neighbors ever be done putting on that addition to their house?
  5. Why is the neighbor’s mailbox on the ground?
  6. What exactly is under the tarp in the side yard?
  7. Why are those one neighbors so noisy all night long?
  8. Even more mysterious, why are those other neighbors so quiet all day and all night? Does anyone even live at that house?
  9. How many times a day does that guy mow his lawn?
  10. Why is this fence so high? Why is the tallest part around the front yard? What are they hiding?

As a quick rubric, suburb life is a subset of urban life. Just outside of the city is where suburbs lie.

Did you know the word suburbs is in the Bible? The idea of living near a city center is almost as old as life itself. Even back then there was probably a weird guy who stored his ladder on his roof “because it’s safe from thieves up there.” Even back then there were probably those guys who had a garage full of tools so they could supercharge their chariots. Even back then, at the beginning of written history, there were likely people who made their mailboxes look like a beagle or a steam train or the Batmobile.

These days we have people with “smart” homes, where nothing works when there’s a power outage. Those neighbors are the ones you find sitting at the park or wandering around the block aimlessly when there’s an outage. They seem to be bereft of purpose when there’s no electricity.

These days we have people with electric fences and guard dogs and gun safes. They’re also the ones we find at the police station, begging for help because a deer got into the flower garden.

And these days we have great neighbors who will lend us a ladder, so we can retrieve ours from where we left it on the roof.

Rainy Day Love

It isn’t the petrichor alone which gives rainy days their charm. It isn’t only the smell and the change of smells which help us all to love the downpour.

Some of us love to get wet. Others of us love to try not to get wet.

It is the fun of watching things wash down the street. It’s the pleasure of hearing the rain beating down on the roof above when we’re safe and sound under the roof.

We love the smell of wet earth. We love the way every plant seems to turn green with the rain.

We love how rain doesn’t seem to bother cows and horses. Lightning on the other hand…..

Lightning will scare the dogs and cats to hide under the bed. It will send the horses to shiver nervously under anything nearby.

Ducks huddle together in the bushes when they know a thunderstorm is on the way. Ducks don’t stay in the lake, they take flight out of there.

If we’re outside somewhere, enjoying our favorite outdoor activity, we might also take cover from lightning, but, like ducks on a pond, we might just stay out a little longer if the only discomfort is rain.

Besides making most everything cleaner, rain has the ability of straightening our moods.

And how many pray for rain when there’s a forest fire?

There are the fire fighters who rush through the bush, and there are the fire fighters who drop to their knees.

Then there are the fire fighters up in the sky, white and fluffy, turning grey, rolling through the scene, and pouring their dilution solution right down on top of the fire.

We all love the rain.

So You Think You’re in the Olympics

This is the time of year when a fistful of knuckleheads will end up at the local fitness center and throw the weights on the floor.

Why do they do that?

Because they saw it in the Olympic Games.

Never mind that the floor of the local fitness center is made of cement rather than wood like they use in many strength competitions.

The knuckleheads chip the concrete, then bellow as if they were something fierce in nature.

Yeah right knucklehead, you’re Olympic material, aren’t you? Yeah you are…in your own mind.

Then there are the imaginary Olympic swimmers. They jump in the lake, the local pool, or the backyard pool. They get going as fast as is humanly possible, slapping the water, punishing it, doing something circular with their arms and kicking their legs ferociously, only to find themselves three minutes later three yards farther than where they started.

“Are you sure you’re an Olympic swimmer?” asks the lifeguard.

“Are you sure you’re an Olympic swimmer?” ask the ladies doing water aerobics.

“What are you doing in my pool?” asks the nextdoor neighbor.

Then there’s the guy who watches the Olympic volleyball team and decides he wants to show off his spike at the beach volleyball courts. He winds up, jumps as high as he can, and slaps it right in the net.

“Aw dang, gimme another try. Somebody set me.”

He gets his wish, a perfectly arced set. Then he jumps again, this time higher, and he swings his arm at the ball, and misses. This time he’s in the net.

“Okay, I got this, gimme another shot.”

His third time jumping really is charming, and higher than the last. He can see over the net. He aims and hits the ball. It’s an actual spike! Nice job, v-ball dude, you spiked the ball into the ocean.

Who’s going to go get it?

It’s our Olympic swimmer. He runs to be the hero, spinning his arms long before he gets to the water. He’s in the water. He’s a bit faster now, because there’s a current. The same current that takes our volleyball out to sea, takes our Olympic swimmer out there too. They both bob up and down, rushing farther out with each wave.

In a short while we can no longer see them, but we’re not worried.

We’ve seen the movie and we know how it ends.