There are fewer things better than a summer ripe tomato. In my stepfather’s garden the tomatoes vines have grown into a thick tangle, producing a shocking amount of the sweet, juicy fruit. Every time I get hungry, or perhaps when I imagine hunger, I go into the garden for a tomato and some basil. I toast a baguette, drizzle some olive oil over it, scavenge for cheese, and snack. Good sea salt provides a beautiful balance to the tomato’s sugars.