Dear Golden Girl,
As you may have noticed, I was nervous about tasting you. Which is why I kept you waiting on the kitchen counter for an entire 24 hours. You see, I only started eating tomatoes a few years ago. I have a very uneducated tomato palate. I've never even tried an orange tomato before. Oh the wasted years.
Tonight though, after a heavy Indian lunch buffet, I craved a light, refreshing dinner. I saw you lying there, with your little cherry tomato cousins. So I tried you. First alone, sliced. You were everything I love about tomatoes and more. You have no hint of acidity. I tried you with salt, too much at first, and then just the right amount. Frankly, I prefer you plain, without unnecessary accoutrements.
Then I sliced you and tossed you with hothouse cukes, your cherry tomato cousins, green onions pulled fresh from the garden and Italian dressing. I know I don't need to tell you this, but you were delicious. I paired you with a toasted, buttered bun topped with swiss cheese and cucumber slices and a glass of merlot. And, Golden Girl, you were even better.
In fact you may have been the highlight of my weekend (which I realize says more about me than you). I can't wait for more of your siblings to be ready for my plate.
Needless to say, you've earned a permanent place in my garden.
Until then, I'll be remembering you fondly.