I am of the opinion that enough has been said about the perfect summer tomato. It’s like the Sarah Palin of the the food world—what is there really left to say?
It is not that I do not like to eat them, because obvs, I do. It just seems that every summer the food media world becomes obsessed with the glories of the Utopian tomato. I prefer to let the poor vegetable (or is it a fruit?) speak for itself.