When tomatoes are in, they’re in. There’s nothing dainty about it. They aren’t shy about showing their presence, though they may be fashionably late. They may be tiny and sweet, large and lush or oblong and tart. They could be red. Or not. Maybe yellow or orange or burgundy or even a striped green. They’re a fickle friend and don’t stick around for long. You have to court them, respect them and enjoy their company for the time being.
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