It is not tomato season. I know this both in my brain and in my heart, and yet I refuse to act accordingly. Even though I fully know better, even though I have only felt uncomfortably warm twice this entire year, I still succumbed (just last night) to the siren song of a purple-y, lumpy, beautifully heavy heirloom.
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