Don't you miss them? I know I do. I spent a harrowing afternoon last week talking to the health department and researching salmonella in a compulsive, obsessive state that made me imagine I could see tiny, evil bacteria laughing at me on everything I touched.
Fortunately, these fits of neurosis don't last too long. In fact, they generally subside when the hunger kicks in and the crackers (I have yet to figure out how they could be contaminated and regard them as always safe) either run out or I can't stand them any more. This usually coincides with dinnertime.
I hope Virginia tomatoes will be cleared in time for harvest on July 1st (why wait to ban a whole crop when you can speculate about its hazards now?). Until then, I will warily eat marinara made from canned tomatoes (the Muir Glen people assured me that their tomatoes--essentially cooked in the canning process--are perfectly safe) and will continue to shun the pink slices they call tomatoes in restaurants, not because I'm afraid of them (they're from Florida and Loving's Produce told me they're also perfectly safe), but because they taste like crap.
Instead, I will feast upon equally dangerous seafood I hope to sterilize by drinking lots of frozen, fruity drinks while I'm on vacation. Which means, dear readers, I will again leave you temporarily in the lurch while I fail to update my blog. I don't do it because I hate you friends, I do it because I'm lazy. And because I won't have an internet connection (I pray) for the next week. But I do promise to be back soon. Really.