We used to rent a farmhouse in Missouri when I was a kid; the farmer raised a big patch of tomatoes. My folks were both brought up on the farm, so they had country ways. I remember when I saw Mom grab a kitchen towel...she called them T-Towels...and the salt shaker, I knew we were going to the mater patch. She would pick them right off the vine, and with a little salt, eat them like an apple...and she didn't stop with just one! Circa 1948...ah, memories!