Ok, so botanically, tomatoes are fruit but it’s not an easy discussion. You see, by definition, a fruit is the part of a flowering plant that develops from specific tissues of the flower into the seed-bearing ovule or you could say it’s the ovary and seeds of a flowering plant all in a package. At least that’s what a botanist might tell you.
“So what about cucumbers, squash, pumpkins, peas, beans, and eggplant?” you cynics are asking. Well, a chef, addressing this, might have a different definition saying that fruit is the part of the plant that’s sweet, edible, and contains seeds. Simple enough unless you consider my beloved Currants which aren’t sweet at all and don’t forget cranberries. So, let’s approach it from the other side and try to define vegetables. The classic definition is any edible part of a plant “other” than sweet fruit or seeds.
Now, it may come as no surprise that there are not only botanical and culinary definitions but lawyers and politicians had to get involved so there’s a legal definition as well. Legally, vegetables are defined (are you ready?) by how they’re taxed! This brings us full circle to our tomato just hanging on the vine out there in the sunshine, not thinking about Washington, D.C. at all. But Washington thought long and hard about the tomato and the matter went all the way to The Supreme Court.
In 1887, U.S. import tariff laws imposed a duty on vegetables, but not on fruits. A vegetable, according to these laws was defined as “any commodity that is taxed as vegetables in a particular jurisdiction”. This law caused the tomato’s status to become a matter of legal importance. The U.S. Supreme Court settled the controversy on May 10, 1893, by declaring that the tomato is a vegetable, based on the popular definition at the time that classifies vegetables by use. That is, they are generally served with dinner and not dessert (Nix v. Hedden (149 U.S. 304).
The one thing I can tell you that I know to be true is that there are few pleasures in the world that compare to going out to the garden during the Dog Days of Summer, when no one else is around, with a salt shaker stuck into the back pocket or my soil stained jeans, plucking the biggest, fattest, juiciest, sun-warmed tomato, leaning way over the rich, black, garden soil and…
Cheers from the farm,
Greg |