I take just two ingredients,
Glittering gray diamonds of sea salt
Gorgeous globes of
sun-kissed tomatoes,
I embrace my laziness
and stand over the kitchen sink,
juice running down my arms
Eating tomatoes.
It is perfection.
For dinner I’ll put summer on the table with this salad made with tomatoes and nothing else. Just a drizzle of the finest extra-virgin olive oil, some torn basil leaves, a few grinds of pepper and salt. No aged balsamic vinegar – just these perfect vine-ripened tomatoes.
Any tomatoes left over I’ll put on a few slices of toasted artisan bread with mayo, a sprinkle of sea salt and a couple of grinds of pepper. I’ll eat it open face. Sublime. You can’t improve upon perfection.