The First Tomato


Ate one last night with freshly picked basil leaves and coarse sea salt. Summer has officially arrived.

Pictures taken by the Mrs.

Comments

JH said…
Actually it is a "tomato" since all real tomatoes come from South Jersey.
July 1, 2008 at 10:15 AM
DC said…
I said tomato, not Taylor Ham.
July 1, 2008 at 2:42 PM
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