For me, summer hasn't really started until tomatoes reappear in local farmers' markets.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I love to pick tomatoes at the end of the day, when they're still warm from the sun.
I still love farming and gardening and things like that in the summertime.
I have a love affair with tomatoes and corn. I remember them from my childhood. I only had them in the summer. They were extraordinary.
I look forward to the spring vegetables because the season is so short. Mushrooms, edible foraged herbs, wild leeks, early season asparagus.
There is nothing better than picking up sun-warmed tomatoes and smelling them, feeling them and scrutinizing their shiny skins for imperfections, dreaming of ways to serve them.
In Cleveland, I'm so fortunate that we're surrounded by farms with an endless variety of beautiful vegetables. For me, I always eat very tightly with the season, even if the season is only six weeks.
Summer nearly does me in every year. It's too hot and the light is unforgiving and the days go on way too long.
I am a summer person.
I love tomatoes, and they're so good for you.
Every summer's mine.