The ones we taste without waiting

Hey Reader, The other day, the girls and I did some early morning summer harvesting. There’s something sacred about it— bare feet in cool dirt, sleepy smiles, little fingers reaching through green leaves to find what’s ready. And this time? It was the cherry tomatoes. Plump. Sun-warmed. Bursting with flavor. We brought in a full bowl… but honestly, half of them never made it that far. Because the best part? Is popping one straight off the vine.No washing. No slicing. Just joy. Immediate,...