Heirloom tomatoes

I LOVE fresh tomatoes. The best tomatoes I've ever had came from my aunt and uncle's garden and have for years. They grow beefsteaks that are out of this world! It is worth the eight hour trip to Chicago.

But, alas, it's February, and I don't have plans to see them until the summer.

I bought some mini-heirloom tomatoes at the store the other day, almost on a whim. The heirlooms are some of my favorites because they are non-GMO varieties they are always firm, they're delicious, and their colors are exquisite.

Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture of the bright green and the brown tomatoes that came in the pack; my husband jumped on those two or three immediately. But these are the reddish and yellow-orange. And I adore the way the pulp and seeds are green and muddled in color, juxtaposed to the skin. You can see the opposite colors radiate through before you cut into them, and then once you do, you're rewarded with these unbelievable combinations. It leaves me in awe of creation.



Yes, I find extreme beauty in my produce. What of it?