I love summer. We leave our stuffy houses, the sun goes down later, and the playground is filled with reckless fun-makers. But I realized today that my favorite part of summer is: fresh tomatoes. I love all sorts of fresh veggies, but there's nothing like a fresh, sun-ripened tomato. Those pasty, flavorless replicas they sell in January just don't cut it.

I have six tomato plants in the garden this year, but I'm still at least a week away from picking any fruit. Which leads me to what this post is really about: Farmer's Markets.