No one planted it. It grows where it decides to — between fence posts, along the edges of quintal walls, wherever the sun reaches and nobody thought to look. The tomatinho do mato is the wild cherry tomato of Brazil, small and sharp and entirely its own.
Lit, it doesn't ask permission either. The green arrives first — crushed vine, a snap of pepper — before the fruit and marigold settle in underneath, and the earth holds the base steady as it burns.
Let it run a full melt pool before you decide what you think of it. If you already know what a tomato stem smells like when you break it, this is for you.
