Really, nothing says love like a tomato fight.
La Tomatina, the annual festival in Bunol, Spain, is a photographer's dream, and apparently a place for lovers, too.
The rules of the big tomato fight, held the last Wednesday in August, are pretty simple:
1. Do not rip other people's T-shirts
2. You must squash the tomatoes before throwing them.
3. Ensure you keep a safe distance from the lorries
4. As soon as you hear the second shot, you must stop throwing tomatoes
The Boston Globe's The Big Picture today features the photographic highlights of the event.
My admittedly neurosis-inducing "Think of the starving children in ( fill in the blank)" Catholic upbringing makes me cringe a little when I see massive amounts of food used for something other than nutrition.
Think of all of the Salsa Puttanesca that could have been donated to Lower Fetidswamplandia!
What Jim said. Besides, I know they say that the tomatoes are past their prime or something, but that makes me wretch about this stupid event even more than if they were fresh.
I clicked on a related link and inadvertently discovered that Jamie and I made almost identical comments last year.
Which I find almost as bizarre as the smashed pomodoro event itself.
But at least we're consistent. :-)
( By the way, if anyone is looking for a good excuse to be an anti-semite, Israeli scientists invented the tasteless, impact resistance variety of the fruit in 1973)