On the Side | Viva ratatouille - the movie and the ideal

July 19, 2007|By Rick Nichols, Inquirer Columnist

It is the time, almost, of ratatouille, the local, field-grown tomatoes finally blushing up, and skinny eggplants and new zucchini, sweet peppers and cool, porcelain onions, all ripening for the picking - although the peppers are not quite what you'd call abundant, yet.

It is a French peasant dish, as the movie tie-in charmingly informs, a homey, kitchen-sink stew, basically, of all the stuff in the Provençal (or Philadelphia) summer garden - plus garlic, olive oil, and, in some versions, basil, which is nothing if not gone totally berserk next to my pokey tomato crop.

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It is the flavor of seriously deep July and August, of sunshine and juicy squash, meaty eggplant, sweet onion and tangy tomato, uncomplicated and mightily soulful. Bake it with fresh eggs cracked into wells on top; it can be a full Sunday supper.

Ratatouille, the movie, of course, is about a lot of things - about the triumph of the little guy, about grace under pressure, about keeping hope alive, about listening to your heart, going the distance, etc.

But it is also about rescuing a culinary reputation (of the late chef Auguste Gusteau) from an impostor who would cheapen it; turn it into a brand to peddle a line of frozen burritos and Chinese dishes - "make it CHINE-easy."

So it came to pass that on the eve of my second trip to the Narberth Theater to see the film, I found myself contemplating a sample packet of the summer's new seasoning shaker, something called "Great'a Tomat'a, with Lycopene!"

The Great'a Tomat'a Web site has a succinct critique of what's wrong with your supermarket tomato: It's not fully ripened on the vine, the better to enhance shelf-life. So its aroma, color, juiciness, chemistry and flavor are underdeveloped, leaving you with a pale imitation that tastes like, well, you know. . . .

Even New Jersey's storied tomato fits that profile, its once-vast acreage vastly shrunken, its genetics - favoring thicker skin and longer shelf-life - now little different from any other commercial tomato. Talk about a reputation squandered!

This is not news. Tomato-modifying began falling on hard times years ago. A bad turn? In 1994, the genetically modified Flavr Savr tomato slowed down ripening, so the fruit could stay on the vine longer, but not spoil on the way to market.

But it didn't taste very good. And one Cornell horticulture professor was moved to observe, it was bred from a bland variety to begin with: "There was very little flavor to save."

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