The raw tomato, devoured in the garden when freshly picked, is a horn of abundance of simple sensations, a radiating rush in one’s mouth that brings with it every pleasure. The resistance of the skin—slightly taut, just enough; the luscious yield of the tissues, their seed-filled liqueur oozing to the corners of one’s lips, and that one wipes away without any fear of staining one’s fingers; this plump little globe unleashing a flood of nature inside us: a tomato, an adventure.
(From Gourmet Rhapsody by Muriel Barbery)
From start to finish our tomatoes have delivered in every tomato way possible and many were eaten before making it into the house. There are still a few more to harvest but I didn't want to wait to say thank you for being one of my favorite parts of summer. You will be sorely missed until next year.