Tomato Kisses

                                                   
Eating a tomato is a bit like kissing.   There's quite a variety.  And this year's crop had no misses.  They were all pretty good.

Some were eager at the start like the Earlirouge.  Ready and willing for snogging season to begin, these guys nearly burst with anticipation.

Then there's the quick brush from a discreet Plum.  No fool for public displays of affection, this tomato maintains a prim and proper peck.  But don't let his sense of decorum mislead you.  Skewered on the grill, he smooches irresistibly!

 
Looking for an unmistakable wild streak?   Try a lip-lock with the Zebra.  Could he ever change his untamed ways?  Maybe.  But I ask, Why?  A mouthful of his salty, tangy, crazy goodness, and you would agree those stripes were well-earned.

Care for something a little more responsible?   One can surely find peace of mind from the Mortgage Lifter.   His kiss is a seal of trust.

Sounds too heavy?  Then blow air kisses with Baby Tomatillos.  They're light, fun, and full of caprice.  Just tiny bubbles of bliss to keep your cares at bay.

But be careful, they just might lead you to the racy, wet ones from Beefsteak Country.  The kind you get early September nights on a prairie.  Or in the back of Back Forty.

Beefsteak Heirlooms from Back Forty, NYC

So get those lips ready.  Nightshades have never been more alluring. ~e