The tomato may just be my favorite thing about summer. The French often refer to the tomato as the “pomme d'amour” or "love apple" and I can think of no other vegetable (or fruit, botanically speaking) that incites more amorous excitement or that I eat with more relish than a sun-ripened tomato. It has no prickly edges or tough skin to peel - you just eat it up, letting its juices run down your chin. Summer bliss!