»St Mark's and Avenue A

On Sunday mornings, one can find really tasty local produce here. "Local" means from roughly a 90-mile radius, which includes parts of several states; the same radius in the Bay Area gets one out to the Central Valley, where something like 90% of America's fruit and vegetables (varieties or quantity, or both, I don't know) grow. Last week-end Anna and I picked up some ridiculously sweet tomatoes, still covered in flowers and suitably covered in grime. They have a subtly caramel taste, with lots of fantastic, earthy sweetness. A good accompaniment is Yo La Tengo's Fakebook, which happened to be playing while we made dinner this evening.
I must emphasize how awesomely tasty the tomatoes are. They were on a side-table at the produce stand — the one with the brash bushels of basil, not the demure bunches — and I had no idea what they were, so I asked one of the guys working at the stand. He responded by peeling one and offering it to me. I had never tasted anything like it.