Kristina Gill: Tomatoes
When I found these perfect tomatoes at the market, from Pachino in Sicily, in a little carton with a toll free customer service number on them to back up their claim “Satisfaction guaranteed or your money back”, I bought them in an instant. They taste every bit as good as they look.
Barring health and palate concerns, I don’t think it’s possible to live in Italy without falling in love with the tomato. Good tomatoes, in my opinion, like good peaches, are one of the simplest and greatest culinary pleasures. I look forward each year to beautiful tomatoes, patiently passing up the lesser offerings in anticipation of the best. Tomatoes this beautiful should never be cooked, but enjoyed as is, even without condiment of any type. However, I rarely resist the temptation to pair tomatoes with the mozzarella from the farm around the corner. It’s our most common Saturday lunch meal when the season is good.
