Saturday mornings in the late summer I head to the Courthouse farmers market. There I witness the miracle of fresh tomatoes. For ten months out of the year the stores have these objects labeled as 'tomatoes' which are really just organic versions of plastic fruit - very suitable for display, but lets not try to eat them.
Then for August and September, these 'tomatoes' become transformed into succulent, juicy, heavy, edible food. And they arrive in such a profusion of colors and shapes. And every one is tasty. It's the closest thing to a miracle that my eyes have ever seen.
So in celebration of this year's harvest, I thought I'd share a tomato with you
