Friends with vegetable gardens will be blessed eventually with too much of something. We welcomed the cherry tomatoes, still warm from the sun. The usual phrase to describe ripeness is "a nice red tomato." Although tomatoes come in every color except blue, I'd bet that any paint color currently named "Tomato" looks more like the multitude of orange hues in my colander. I took a photo, but stark reality did not capture their sweet-acid balance, the ready-to-burst ripeness, the...summerness of them. So here, with a little editing, is an image of how they taste, rather than how they look. This is how I will remember them in February.