Many years ago, I bought a house in the Garfagnana, where we still go every summer. The first time we ___1___ there, we heard the chug chug-chug of a motorbike ___2___ its way down the hill toward us. It was ___3___ called Mario, coming to ___4___ us a box containing some tomatoes and a bottle of wine. It was a very nice ___5___ for him to make. But when we looked at the tomatoes, we were ___6___ because they were so misshapen: not at all like the nice, round, ___7___ things you get in a supermarket. And the wine was cloudy, in a funny old bottle with no label (标签) on it. These can’t be any ___8___, we thought. But we were ___9___ his kindness, so we ___10___ them.
What we discovered is that it’s ___11___ to judge what you eat only by its ___12___. Those tomatoes had ___13___ that reminded me of the ones my uncle used to grow when I was a child. Nowadays supermarket tomatoes ___14___ perfect but taste of water. Nobody’s going to have a ___15___ memory of those. It’s a surprise they haven’t managed to grow square ones so that they can ___16___ them easily. Mario’s wine may have been cloudy and come out of an old bottle, but it was ___17___.
It’s good to eat things at the correct time, when they’re ___18___, and as close as possible to where they were ___19___. What Mario had ___20___ us was the taste of the Garfagnana.