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As the summer rolls to an end, there are a few things that we must say goodbye to for the time-being. Cut-offs, tank-tops, beach days..and, perhaps most tragically: Summer tomatoes.
Summer tomatoes are a beautiful thing. Lush, juicy, oozing with goodness. They’re a different animal entirely than their imported, mealy, winter counterparts.
I find myself dreaming of them in the colder months; fantasizing about the time of year when I can pick them, sun-warmed off the vine, and pop them into my mouth right there and then.
One day I hope to fill planters with tomato plants, and place them on the roof on my NYC apartment building. There they will soak up all the solar glory, and become sweet treats for me to pluck whenever I see fit.
Until then, I must say goodbye. Or, at least, see you later to these beautiful gems of the summertime. They will rise again to the spotlight next year. We will make them into caprese salads and gazpachos. We will eat them like hand fruit as the juice drips down our hands.
Summer tomatoes, you will be sorely missed.