Now here’s something for my Dad. I know when they visited us here in Toronto in May that they were a little disappointed at how few tomatoes we ate at home. My Dad loves a tomato, eating them in and on everything and often by themselves like an apple. We used to buy them by the crate growing up and I don’t ever remember throwing any out because they hadn’t been eaten fast enough. While they were here the local season for tomatoes was still a few months away, and the only available fruits were those shipped in, green to start with no doubt, from warmer climes, or those grown hydroponically . None of which give that tomato-iness of a true, ground and sun grown tomato. These beauties I bought for a small fortune from the Farmers market, some still with dirt on them, and their flesh is just too sweet and subtle to eat in or on anything. They deserve to be savoured and appreciated on their own with just a sprinkle of a good sea salt or fleur de sel.