Here in the Willamette Valley, at the 45th parallel north, all the tomatoes ripen precisely on August 15. It is soooo worth the wait.
I know exactly what to do, and I do it three times a day for the short season’s duration. It does not need bacon or lettuce. Just some really good bread, (This is the only time I ever eat plain white bread.) and lots of mayo.
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Those tomatoes look amazing!
Sooo amazing! Of course, I doubt that a girl who lives year-round in paradise can really appreciate the nuances of a short season. Or perhaps, if one pays attention, nuances can be discerned there as well.