How many of us have had the blessings to have been a child enjoying summers in Wisconsin? Who remembers the long summer days filled with rows of green corn stalks...knee high by the fourth of July. Or perhaps listening to the distant sounds of cows in a field grazing ands lazily swinging their tails in the heat of the sun. I had the additional blessing of a grandmother who had a large garden every summer. It was by the machine shed on the old family farm. Large and rectangular, it was lined with zinnias, perhaps the most whimsical touch for a plot of land meant to provide the essential ingredients of sustenance. Ten rows of vegetables were perfectly straight and tilled by my grandpa each spring. In the heat of August, the crusted rows of dirt became hardened and crunchy under my shoes. But the rows of lush green vegetables, in particular the tomatoes, those large plants that held up with the wire frames of an antebellum skirt, burst with beautiful red fruit. Oh to taste that tomato of hers again. From her hand to my mouth and a sprinkle of salt in between, every bite was delicious. From our gardens to your table, enjoy the nourishing goodness of GoGo Guaco.
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