
I live in a medium-sized town surrounded on all sides by lush green farms in the center of town is a giant fairgrounds consisting pretty much entirely of barns and used, at least once a year, for big agricultural shows. I harbor no delusions, here: Even at the peak of Tomato Time (which hasn’t yet arrived in much of North America), regular grocery shoppers might still have no particularly worthy tomato options at their local chain supermarket for those that can find good tomatoes at the local store, you might not have any choice about which variety of good tomato to get. But also, fit a dang Caprese salad in there. Don’t let Tomato Time escape without enjoying a tomato sandwich, and a tomato salad, and a burger with a big slice of actual by-God good tomato on it, and cherry tomatoes eaten right out of your hand, popped into your mouth like, uh cherries. There are a thousand delightful uses for high summer’s best tomatoes. It features two of mid- to late-summer’s star harvestables, tomatoes and basil it requires no cooking and thanks to the mozzarella it’s even hearty enough that it can function as any of the day’s meals just fine. The Caprese salad-the simple Italian salad of fresh tomato, mozzarella, and sweet basil, dressed in fruity olive oil-might be the perfect August food. Or, well, uh, I recommend that you make one for yourself, anyway. Tomato Time, my friends, is suddenly upon you.ĭid you cheat? Did you start buying puke Canada tomatoes in June? No! You held out for the good shit, the local shit, August tomatoes. The trees look uncomfortable the bugs sound like a stadium crowd in hell. There’s no room to move in all that syrup, all that but also somehow there is not enough of it for breathing.
BLACK TOOTHPICKS CRACK
By mid-afternoon there’s simply too much, too much boiling wet air to hold in more than tense, brittle suspension, waiting for a breath of cool to crack the whole thing and bring it thundering down on your head.


The air is gooey with moisture, a hot yellow even in the morning the heat comes at you from all directions and closes around you like a giant fist.
