Is this suicide food?

Just askin’.

picture-22Here, Mr. Tomato, if not Mr. Cabbage, is engaged in apparently cannibalistic same-species murder, and bears a child-like grin at the bonhomie created with Mr. Cabbage by his large haul of his fellow tomatoes.

Just imagine if this depicted a white coated doctor with a bag full of placenta and fetus… or a pig and bacon, or other moral equivalents.

Mr. Cabbage, while not obviously killing any of his comrades, appears ready to strike at the neck of any vegetable with his spear-trowel.

This is truly sick and disgusting.

5 Food Processors.


5 thoughts on “Is this suicide food?”

  1. Since imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I’m sure Ben Grossblatt is deeply touched by this post. That said, your assertion that “Mr. Cabbage…appears ready to strike at the neck of any vegetable with his spear-trowel” is only one interpretation, and a woefully negative one at that. Given the bag of seed, and the general air of mutual admiration, this might as easily be seen as a wish on the cabbage’s part to hook up with the blushing tomato. In view of the fact that neither’s gender is entirely clear, might there be a little, er, cross-fertilization in the offing? Hard to be sure, but this reader’s overall impression is that the subtext here is more reproductive than self-destructive. Applying the violent rhetoric of suicide food to this apparently peaceful tableau merely highlights the contrast between the essentially benign nature of vegetable flesh and its tortured slaughterhouse counterparts.


  2. “The essentially benign nature of vegetable flesh.”

    That is picked by wage slaves from Mexico, grown in a field containing more chemicals than Anna Nicole Smith’s urine, with water stolen from streams hundreds of miles away, shipped across the country by diesel belching trucks, and sold for profit by a multinational company.

    Very benign.


  3. Well, goodness me. In addition to the fact that you seem to be missing the essential point of my post, *I* seem to have missed where, on the tea towel or apron (or whatever that is), it indicates that the cabbage and tomato in question weren’t just grown in the garden of someone’s silver-haired granny. Howsobeit, I shall now recuse myself from further debate in this forum, not least because I now realize the futility of my next comment, which was going to be a concise explanation of the term “polemic” (you keep using that word; I do not think it means what you think it does)!
    Bon appetit!


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