Tomatoes

Once in a while, there’s nothing like a tomato sandwich. Fresh, firm, juicy, sweet slices of tomato between two lightly toasted slices of rye bread slathered with some herby mayo-sour cream spread.

Once in a while, there’s nothing like an Italian caprese salad. Fresh, firm, juicy, sweet slices of tomato alternating with slices of creamy mozzarella cheese and crisp basil leaves, sprinkled with crunchy sea salt and freshly ground black pepper, drizzled with balsamic vinegar and extra-virgin olive oil.

Once in a while, there’s nothing like eating a tomato like an apple. Fresh, firm, juicy … well, you get the idea.

The last time the wife and I were in San Francisco, we dropped by the Ferry Building on just the right day. It was Farmer’s Market Day at the Ferry Plaza fronting the Embarcadero.

They had the best-looking tomatoes I’ve seen in a long time:

Tomatoes

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Ahhh … they were fresh, firm, juicy and sweet.