It is the world.Oblate spheroid of red, crownedin stars, vined galaxies of juicy perfection.Add toast, mayonnaise, lettuce, bacon; a feast.An eyes-closed bite of Heaven, dripping, over the borders of my mouth, the bread, the plate, leaving me with the joyful aroma, sublime taste, a wanton desirefor more, and more and more. This queen ofthe garden, this multi-chambered heart of so much flavor: the tomato.
