It's true. Everyone complained about the tomatoes this summer. They weren't producing. It wasn't hot enough. The vines weighed down with too much rain. The vines withered due to lack of rain. You heard it all. I did too. But then I ate them, fervently, morning until night, while I nodded and listened to all of the complaints. Because the one thing a tomato connossieur cannot do is brag about her/his tomatoes during season. The almighty himself/herself might blight your vines overnight if you got too uppity about your own tomatoes and actually boasted about them.
So I vigilantly went to the Farmer's Market and listened patiently, bought lots of tomatoes of all types while the prices were, well, a little pricey it seemed to me, but this was preemptive tomato purchasing. If your vines have 30-40 good-sized tomatoes coming on during the next week, there was still the matter of Today. What could you eat today to break up the monotony of your own orange 'girls,' those slutty producers that nearly broke the vines? And what if this was the night that the tomatoes or the rabbits decided to feast on your own vines? Well, they were all good but it was exhausting keeping up that solemn face while listening to all the complaints about this year's tomatoes.
They were truly splendid, salted or not; with or without basil; with or without fresh organic cheese and certainly with or without pasta, meat, or anything else. But don't tell anyone. It's good to know that at least someone feasted quite contentedly on 2009's tomatoes; but keep it to yourself, someone might be listening.