Pink Tomato Paradise

As most of you know, I grew up in Warren, which means I have an innate love in my heart for lumberjacks, tall pines, and pink tomatoes. All year long I anxiously await the few short summer weeks when I (and my lucky friends with whom I choose to share) am able to experience the pure joy and exhiliration that comes from biting into what can only be called the BEST tomato in the world. Friday, my waiting was over. I got a box of South Arkansas Vine Ripe Pink Tomatoes, and Taylor and I have been feasting on them since. I have at least one (most the time two or three) a day, and I enjoy every bite. I choose to eat mine with salt, and Taylor likes his with salt and pepper. We've eaten most of them just by themselves, but we did make BLTs on Saturday afternoon that were YUMMY! Some of you may think that my obsession with these fruits (or are they vegetables...or both?) is a little odd. If you've never tasted these tomatoes, of course you wouldn't understand. And if you have tasted them...well, I'm sure you're as obsessed as I am. If you haven't yet had the chance to enjoy these wonderful products of God's creation, be really nice to me this week. I might give you one. :)