Summer’s finally golden here in the Northwest, and I’m thinking about tomatoes.

Picked from the vine, warm from the sun, juice running down my arms … sweet, red, Green Zebra, heirloom, Sweet 100’s, drip … meaty Beefsteaks, slender plums, outstanding San Marzanos. Big, healthy bites, sweet surrender –a flood of childhood memories bringing me back to this moment, this taste, this fruit … the spicy smell of nightshade, yellow, orange, popping in my mouth, sticky … bursting with the flavor of summer.

Repeat.

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